In this moment, my awareness rests slightly above the space between the eyebrows, directed upward, beyond the boundaries of the body. And I am looking at it.
I find nothing to claim as “myself”; there is no identity here, only the witness observing.
Awareness expands like a cloud around the form it perceives the body, the space it occupies, the subtle currents that move through it and at the same time it stretches outward, embracing the distant clouds on the horizon, the shifting light and shadow of the world.
Thoughts arise as phenomena, not as possessions. Emotions, perceptions, and impressions are like passing shapes in a vast sky; they appear and dissolve, leaving the observing presence untouched.
In this state, the center and the periphery merge. The microcosm of immediate experience reflects the macrocosm of the infinite. Boundaries blur between what seems internal and external, near and far, self and universe.
Silence carries its own gravity, and stillness reveals the interwoven layers of reality. From this vantage, there is no need for declaration, for words are but reflections of the unseen. Yet they flow inevitably, as clouds flow across the infinite sky.
Here, one might recognize that existence is not “mine” nor “yours,” but a continuous unfolding , the One manifesting through countless forms, moment to moment, without pause or ownership.