The well of meditation has been deepening continuously in the past few weeks. Every waking minute spent outside meditation appears harsh and unnatural at times. Eyes no longer hold clear vision to be their natural state, ears no longer sense sound, breath flutters gently like a song-bird in a vast hallway. Throbbing in all places along the spine continues intermittently. Vibration and pulsation at crown of head remains almost constant.
Awareness is ensconced in a ball that is light on the inside and dark on the outside. The dark exterior of this ball pushes away fragments of internal narrative arising out of identity as well as extraneous thoughts arising out of perception; keeps them away from mindfulness of awareness.
The walls of ego are crashing into ruin, the halls of perceptive coherence are aflame. There is no hope, there is no despair. There is no desire, no renunciation of desire. There is no knowledge, no ignorance of knowledge.
At the farthest edges of awareness, there has arisen a subtle but monumental shift. There is no longer awareness of undifferentiated reality, there is now awareness as undifferentiated reality.
Consciousness is.
Awareness is ensconced in a ball that is light on the inside and dark on the outside. The dark exterior of this ball pushes away fragments of internal narrative arising out of identity as well as extraneous thoughts arising out of perception; keeps them away from mindfulness of awareness.
The walls of ego are crashing into ruin, the halls of perceptive coherence are aflame. There is no hope, there is no despair. There is no desire, no renunciation of desire. There is no knowledge, no ignorance of knowledge.
At the farthest edges of awareness, there has arisen a subtle but monumental shift. There is no longer awareness of undifferentiated reality, there is now awareness as undifferentiated reality.
Consciousness is.
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