Rest in a heartbeat.
All through the darkest hours, the message of your heartbeat is so clear, so regular: "Am wonderful, Am wonderful, Am wonderful."
Now some very clever person will ask, "Who is the I who makes this claim?"
Am not the ego who clings to a dream of continuity, but the Ecstatic Am, completely liberated to die each moment. Am not constructed from a chain of thoughts.
When dawn sparkles on the sea, which spark of dazzling bewilderment specifically are "you"? To analyze the Self and Not-Self is to grasp for sunbeams on waves.
Dancing on a sea of loss and dissolution, Am buoyed up, recreated, never one moment old, beating out of the void, returning to the void.
Teachers of non-dualism and nirvana cause unnatural strain, and only contribute more suffering to the world, if they tell their students to annihilate the ecstatic Am of the heart.
Let the ecstasy of existence throb from the silence of No-Self. A photon of light has an infinite charge, yet a half-life of less than an instant. Out of its annihilation, another photon is born.
Be unlimited possibility, never one moment old. Be an ever dissolving infinite charge. Live like a photon.
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