This Sunday morning, I woke up full of the joy of being alive, my heart awash in gratitude, empty of labels.
The true self is empty of all other selves.
Empty of duality. Empty of attachment. Empty of suffering.
Just stay true. Don’t seek to know truth, instead be it…
For me, the concept of emptiness is ever elusive, dream-like. Too often I am wrapped up in labels, covered in selves other than my own.
Peeling back the labels opens my heart. Even my ego lacks in effect, empty as it were.
There is an infinite loop likeness to emptiness—its nature paradoxical–a rich blend of irony and contradiction revealing “what has always been the case.”
Recognizing the empty nature of both the dreaming as well as
the dreamer is considered by the sages to be liberation,
though paradoxically, there is nobody being freed or bound.
There is simply awakening to that which has always been
the case, even as we daydreamed.
The Paradox of Inherent Perfection
Such was my Sunday morning–the dreamer and the dreamed–a momentary awareness of the self, both empty and full.
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