As Mystery

As mystery: 

who am I? That's the classic inquiry, it's the question we ask ourselves repeatedly, diving deep within consciousness for an answer, and never settling until we reach a point of knowing ourselves as mystery. Of course there's other themes to this question, asking what am I, or where am I, serves our purpose too. The inquiry, regardless of question, always comes to the same conclusion - 

we are the mystery without a final answer.

or so it seems to me. 

my own inquiry, of which I practice still for the sheer pleasure of simply seeing  myself unadorned by the trappings of a lifelong identity, are the experiments offered from Douglas Harding. All of these experiments redirects my line of vision from the world that's seen back towards the seer, from what's observed to turn towards the actuality of an observer. I love how each of these experiments holds me accountable as the sole authority of what's found, no one else has an answer here, and I am left with the same conclusion every time. 

and it's beyond any words I have to offer. 

I find myself as mystery.

every time. 

~

Peace, Eric