Only you can awaken from the sleep, or from the conditioning. One need not have to justify a state of being, of moving, of living in there.
The illusion … what is that in perspective?
Every thing, yet it veils itself from itself
What veils what?
It moves in its form yet it is formless
The mind keeps on thinking, in wanting to simplify matters it goes deeper into its formlessness.
Not emptiness. Non-thingness
The seemingly empty space between that which is static, and formed, that edge where the static is moving, busy at all times, and in its dance, the story is spun.
The moment. The breath. Observe it.
Each step higher and farther
Away or towards neither
Yet, after all that had been observed, all that had been played, replayed, the process then becomes a result in the flow, a thing in either state illusive or genuine, but from which light?
In movements one perceive the dance
In words, one feels the sadness or joy
Anguish and tastes
Yet these spell a larger play in the collective universe, the costumes, the speech, the characteristics and nature of the protagonist, the one in question.
Les corps ne sont plus que les traces de leurs mémoires terrestres
“Dragon Teeth”, Image courtesy and copyright Daniel Korzhonov
“Evening at Lake Alakel”, Image courtesy and copyright Daniel Korzhonov