.
When I stop
trying
to catch myself
in concepts,
a profound
understanding
of not-knowing
fills awareness.
.
The utter futility
of fixing essence
as substance
flares
in a radiant flash.
.
Being itself—
the space I am—
awakens.
.
Presence,
the thrill of aliveness,
the joy
of fresh eyes,
fills the boundless
with wonder.
.
Not-knowing
cuts through
the Gordian knot
of selfhood,
makes a mockery
of being someone
“in a state”
of enlightenment.
.
Nothing obstructs
the view.
.
Pure being
explodes—
forever—
as
ME.