The old artifice of searching, that flimsy bridge between the searcher and the sought, collapses now, an implosion of light into abysmal blackness, creating a simultaneous explosion of the vacuum into hosts of stars. The self and the world are a singular chaos of beauty. The imageless mirror reflects a furiously joyful dancer: yet there is only the reflection, and no one making it! The music of the dance reverberates in the heart of silence.
One who tastes the stillness of this dance, and the whirling of this stillness, would not in a thousand lifetimes invent such a dualistic word as 'non-duality,' or such a repressive concept as 'non-dualism.'

1 comment:

Mystic Meandering said...

Amen to your last paragraph! :)