I can't remember when I became aware of I. My earliest conscious recollection would have me physically at around age 2 calendar years. However, I can clearly remember when I became aware of being.
A vivid recollection of the moment that going beyond thought and imagination occurred. That moment of realisation that living was being - no justification, no excuses, just being. The wonder of this was the utter simplicity associated with just being.
This experience is one where the way to possession is the way of dispossession. The path to this freedom is silence of meditation.
What is pursued remains hidden from the searcher by already being everything. It is so obvious and simple that the grasping of it disguises it. Never found, never knowable, being is the flawless absence that is beyond measure.
Being
Linear Mode
