If someone were to ask, would I want a better body – more youthful, healthy, supple, and virile – I would say No.
And if someone asked, would I want a better spouse – more appealing, yielding, wise, and loving — I would say No.
And again, if someone were to ask, do I want more possessions, riches, toys, or objects of distraction, I would say No.
And if someone then asked, would I want more fame, influence, power, or control, I would say No.
And if I were asked, do I want more knowledge and experience, either mundane or spiritual, I would say No.
And yet again, if I were asked, would I want more truth, justice, freedom, or wisdom, I would say No.
And finally, if sincerely asked, would I want to be elsewhere — in a higher dimension, celestial heaven, or silent nirvana — I would say No.
Truly, being nothing myself, what benefit would accrue to a quicksilver structure in consciousness that creates the momentary mirage of a separate self?
What willfulness spawned by hope or fear can even be conjured by such a shadowy phantom, except perhaps as the chameleon charades of a confident mimic?
Conversely, being everything myself, what more can be added to infinity?
Consider the fate of a matchstick tossed into a towering bonfire, or a candle’s meager flicker of flame when held up to the shine of the sun at high noon.
Furthermore, being both nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, what advantage would be gained from occupying any location exclusively?
On what theatrical stage could self and other perform their poignant dance of duality and not be mistaken for a comedy routine?
Since the three times of past, present, and future are essentially no different than a swiftly vanishing dream or evaporating illusion, on what shifting shore could I plant a flag of personal intent?
Given all of that, I still take responsibility for this form, and support it with proper care and life direction.
I treasure my Mate, forever grateful for this intimacy, and serve her as myself, with unconditional loving.
I manage whatever gifts with which I have been blessed by applying considerate discretion and appropriate attention to thought, word, and deed.
I participate with a community of friends who are committed to the conscious process of liberation and compassionate service to all.
I study the legacy and pathways of wisdom as transmitted by the heroes and heroines.
I joyfully celebrate the innate freedom and inherent bliss of our true nature, inseparable from the ever-expanding revelation of collective Divinity.
I recognize the ineffable streaming light that miraculously energizes and illumines every frequency and dimension as Source Energy Itself, beyond all human comprehension.
Having said that, I will say this:
By the grace of a gnosis born of humble inspection, it may be seen directly that the grand totality of the universal display, regarded by seers as the great perfection, is not other than a mental fabrication, a shimmering holographic projection of mind, an arbitrary interpretation on perception.
Moreover, the arising of any conceptual formation, emotional reactivity, memory association, cognition of experience, consciousness itself, spontaneously self-liberates when recognized as mere transient and non-binding expressions of limitless innocent emptiness.
In seeing through and releasing attention’s fixation on any fantasy narrative of a solid and independent self and enduring phenomenal world (even those subtle story lines that rule me without my knowledge or consent, even the ones that break my heart), the Unspeakable shines forth in unsurpassed radiance.
Because there is nothing outside of it, it promises no escape, offers no strategic advantage, nor does an evolving appreciation of it grant any exemption from the raw messiness of life and relations.
It is neither a consolation for pain and suffering, an exaltation of transcendence, nor reward for accomplished dreaming.
Beyond perception or conception, it is that which makes awareness possible.
What it is, simply is. There is a word: Suchness.