Speechless

Even “aliveness” is not mine. Nothing is mine, because there is absolutely nothing here that can be called “I.”

Beingness. What is that? Whose beingness? Awareness. Whose awareness?

It is impossible to say anything at all, because with language, the creation of an “object” is automatic, and there are no objects. There is no object “I.” There is no object “awareness.” There is no object “beingness.”

Nothing at all can be known, using the words and concepts we have at our disposal. But reality – the Absolute – can be known. How? Reality is known in the spontaneous, wordless present. Only in this way is it known.

Just now, presently, before a “knowing” entity, before a desire to know, before a human being that longs to be merged with oneness; before anything happens, all is transparent. And this transparency is what each moment brings…before anything else. Before time starts.

Reality does not exist in the world of time. Time belongs to you and your thoughts and words. If you try to put a word on this, it’s like taking a snapshot of Niagara Falls and saying the water in this photo is the waterfall. There is no word that can contain the flow of this eternal outpouring of “what is.”

This is not a “space.” One does not get into a “space” of this. If you are looking for an experience of this, do not mistake a time-bound feeling of a certain “space” for what is timeless and eternally free. Your nice space will collapse – the eternal cannot.

Reality doesn’t offer anything. Linger for a moment to savor what it brings for you, and you’re sunk: you’ve made it into a snapshot of a waterfall. You can’t pin this down, to satisfy your urge to own it, any more than you can pin Niagara Falls to a tree. You can’t make it permanent. Let the falls fall, and recognize your inability to hold or describe or acquire anything about it. It is not a commodity for your consumption. It is never what you think it is.

There is no offer here of feeling blissful, acquiring the ultimate knowledge, or being permanently liberated. All of those things are time-bound, entity-bound, and will be buried in the ground with your corpse. In fact, they have already been buried. Good riddance.

Look to the wordless. Look to the spontaneous. Look to that which doesn’t exist yet. Look to the moment before “you.” Look to the moment before you started time rolling.

There’s nothing at all to do. There’s not a thing you can accomplish that isn’t going to be buried in that pine box with you. So you may as well just let each effort dissolve into this freedom of wordless, meaningless existence.

Now: Don’t go and try to “be” this. That’s a bunch of words and time-bound stuff you made up. Don’t be something you made up. What, then?

I have no words.