My Own Cosmology

My own cosmology: 

exploring my own cosmology, how thoughts appear through a quiet field of consciousness, a sense of self-identity forms within the mind, and somehow too that it's all let go, and there's simply presence here, spacious and aware. That's the science and joy of meditation, for me at least, an endeavor of deep, relaxed observation until even the witness dissolves into this silence. I liken this to cosmology, a personal universe of my own sense of beingness to explore. 

yet really this isn't an active exploration, there's no seeking involved, no active search for any answers. It's too relaxed and quiet for this to be so, passive in its engagement with the mind. The universe is already present here, immediate, waiting to be acknowledge and unfold with information. Meditation is just the means of watching myself recognize this revelation, seeing my true relationship with a larger world, and allowing it all to simply appear without the labels of my involvement. It's a personal universe, my own cosmology explored, and yet once revealed as so, no sense of personal identity remains. 

just the universe at large...

my own cosmology.

aware. 

~

so the above isn't meant to be anything other than a lyrical description of meditation, it's not a teaching, nor a pointer designed to gain a sense of awakening. I have no interest in the debate over meditations worth for enlightenment, honestly, I care very little for the pursuit of enlightenment at all. I love the present moment, whatever it is that's appearing right now, how everything had to be just so for this exact instant to arrive, as if the entire universe conspired through infinite, seamless events for this moment to appear. Meditation is one such instance, as is my time writing, and the urge for another sip of coffee. It's that simple...

whatever it is, 

is my own cosmology.

~

Peace, Eric