We hear you quivering, now in the intimacy of our attention.
As in the convulsions of a sun storm, white light fills the whole of space. There is no perception, but we/you are alive within its/our own radiance: dazzling, pervasive, completely penetrating. Flooded with intensity.
We/It shimmers slightly. We/It vibrates. And out of the intensity: an iridescence of total bliss simultaneous with totally sharp pain. Absorbed in this iridescence, its promise, its possibility, and the shimmer begins to slow into a pulse. We emerge from this great florescence.
The appearance of color and with further slowing, the appearance of solid forms draws us to rest.
Our existence is communal in nature. Through our actions and interactions, we produce all that lives for you. We create the organs of perception and cognition, as well as a their objects. Thus we are the authors of the knowable, and the heart of your experience.
Out of our communal exigencies, our journeys and travels unfold, flowing out of our unending experience, out of our being. Our journeys and travels unfold, and are our being.
We are called by you, summoned by you from the state or poise of our expanse by your offerings and by your speech. And within that, it is the experience of concreteness that has an appeal.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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