My tablet converts writing to text. In case you can’t read what was written…
There is a gratitude here, a gratitude for your arrival. Let us sit together and enjoy what is here. We will call this a moment out of convenience yet we know this mind-made measurement is not real. How long is this moment or the next moment? If there were such a thing we could collect them and put them in a bottle like that old song says. Could the mind function without its perception of time? We know it cannot and so we move back, prior to the mind, to a place with no door – the mind cannot follow us here, cannot find the entrance. We hide in plain sight and observe the mind as it casts about, bent on drawing us out, desperate to engage us, longing to lead us away from home. A giggle escapes and produces a thought, like an effervescent bubble rising out of nowhere. The mind looks around to see if either of us will take the bait, will one or both of us engage, interface, entertain the thought and be hooked and reeled in by the mind. But, we, both of us, look at one another, subject to object to subject and, like children in school we stifle our giggles. What remains of us? What barriers exist between you and I, I and you, I and I, I? Let us explore together, I and I, let us explore the heights and plumb the depths, move in all cardinal directions and beyond into no space, a pointless place, each point every other point, no distance, no step closer or further away from I, from Self, from Source. Our outside and inside are part of the play, we can no longer find any “place” in this spaceless space. There is a gratitude… and a deeper understanding that you never arrived. That you were never you. That we are one… There is a gratitude.
