Hello again and welcome.
I'd like to invite you into something new.
That may already be closer than thought.
Not something to understand.
Not something to attain.
But perhaps something that has always been quietly present.
The transparent.
Presence of being.
Transparency is really noticed.
Not because it is hidden,
But because it is the silent openness in which everything appears.
A perfectly clear window is almost invisible.
One does not look at the glass.
One simply looks through it.
Perhaps being is like this.
Never absent.
Never arriving,
Never demanding to be seen.
Simply the transparent presence within which Every experience appears new.
Thoughts come and go,
Feelings arise and pass.
Sounds appear,
Then fade into silence.
Life continues to unfold.
Yet something does not come or go.
Not because it resists change.
But because it has never been separate from it.
Perhaps what we call the separate self is simply the habit of looking at life through the lens of an identity.
The transparent presence of being,
House for nothing.
It has no image to protect it.
No story to complete.
No future to become and no past.
To carry.
It simply is.
Like the sky allowing every cloud.
Like a mirror reflecting every face.
Like a river flowing without effort.
Like a flower opening.
Without deciding to bloom.
Nothing is rejected.
Nothing is possessed.
Nothing is held back.
Life moves,
Presence remains,
Not apart from life,
But as its silent transparency.
Perhaps this is why being is so easily overlooked.
Not because it is distant,
But because It has never been absent.
It has never stood apart from this ordinary living moment.
There is no way to arrive,
Nothing to acquire.
And nothing to become.
Only this transparent presence.
Quietly away.
Effortlessly here.
As life continuously unfolds.
If this contemplation has resonated with you,
You're warmly invited and welcomed.
To explore the rest of this growing collection.
Each in its own way is pointing to the same self-recognition.
