I sense that I am like the ocean. At times, I am the surfer riding my waves; other times, I dissolve into the floating ocean that I am. Sometimes consciously aware of myself, sometimes not…but I always keep flowing.
There are moments when the surfer and the ocean unite, and all goes transparent to the point of the moment.
The surfer cannot be found… The wave cannot be found…and my home is clearly a qualityless, indescribable, non existenant background…. Beyond beyond beyond, effortlessly directing itself to perfection.
Nothing feels as real as this. And from here, nothing feels real.
It’s so matter of fact and natural when I don’t think about it.