with each item dismissed we come to a closer understanding of self, not truth in an ultimate sense but simply truer then before. It's in knowing that we aren't this alone, this body, mind, emotion or even concept of identity - the self that's come to is not a real self at all, but an aware capacity serving to hold the world, offering itself for life's fulfillment. Yet even this eventually finds itself dismissed as a state to be observed, again not the final truth of what we are. In this light, what we might find is that we are no-thing at all, negation itself in constant revelation of its infinite potential to be and not be at the very same time. Our reality is simply endlessness itself, life in constant fashion played through original, empty nature. But as these words too come to be dismissed - again, I find myself as nothing ultimately true at all.
But maybe truer then before.
~
Peace,
Eric
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