There’s a way we keep meeting amidst even and odd, empty of form, yet formed of that very emptiness. Luminous fluids swirl, blend, and course through these bodies, bodies mysteriously like our own, transparent parallel bodies which have somehow appeared as if by a consummate magician’s ultimate trick.
Twin nectars stream in tandem canals of self and other, me and you, until suddenly they flood into each other in a timing so precise that Love’s arrow enters without the slightest flinch of resistance, piercing through the layers of our dreaming, a shot straight to the heart.
A flick of the wrist, a conjugal twist, we’re never the same raindrop, but always the same watery grace, unfolding in and out of time, recirculating through cool corridors of light in steady rhythmic respiration – a sifting breeze through the tall green trees, thrilling the hearts of the birds and the bees — its liveliness filling all space with the mysterious beauty of impermanence.
The primal energy that juggles Yes and No like flaming batons on the circus stage of existence emanates from one pure source, itself unseen, unknown. We are that Presence, that unborn mystery, which lives all, animates all.
We are that amazing space where the Mime called “mind” appears, thrives, and melts away in. We are the time it takes to shine, to turn this water into wine, to drink our fill till the eye goes blind and all that remains is . . . Presence.
Now imagine the spontaneous ingenuity that reaches into its own darkness for some light with which to manifest these chameleon masks and quicksilver forms we take to be ourselves. We playfully try them on just to see how they will fit, while behind each disguise lurks a waiting surprise:
there’s nobody there, only space that’s aware of itself in the midst of vast silence.