Transcended

Transcended: 

 and now it's seems less an exploration of an interior silence and more of simply being continuously surrendered to an underlying presence, reality, and that I have no idea how deeply quiet my mind becomes with every point transcended. It truly appears infinite, without layers, and that any previous levels of awareness were only imagined for convenience, an easy means of navigating through the world. 

that's the failure of certain words, saying that some point of mind has been transcended when really it wasn't there at all, reality being without true and sure lines, and again only that underlying presence being found. Every description fails with this, and yet they also capture exactly how it seems at times. I'm writing paradox, happily so, as words are what I have to play with and they emerge seamlessly from the same silent hold I'm seeking to describe. 

transcended is a beautiful word, fitting to its occasion. 

mostly though, I'm not trying to offer a description, nor to map an experience that reality has offered me during meditation. It's prose, lyrical, and it springs from a silent mind, urging to be written without need of being valued for what's described, but only for the sake of their own expression. Nothing is ever really transcended, there are no new levels of reality discovered. Here's what meditation does, for me at least....it puts me at ease in mystery. 

restful

aware

and so I find myself inspired, using words to momentarily capture the endless joy of my existence, or perhaps catch a note of sorrow passing by. It doesn't matter, not really, every experience is a valid expression of reality, and words are just keynotes within its infinite territory. There are these moments during meditation, transcended, and yet always this infinite territory remains. 

every experience of transcending is an awakening...

 of being exactly where we are. 

~

Peace, Eric