Follow the thread of life back to the source,
To the beginning,
The essence.
In silence,
Try to notice it just beyond your many scattered thoughts.
Try to notice it just beyond the limit of perceptions.
Trace the thoughts back to the source.
All the myriad thoughts can be reduced down to one simple,
Quiet concept.
But do not become absorbed,
Contemplating the concept.
The concept is not the source.
It is merely an abstract child of the source.
A creation,
Not the creator.
We are in search of the infinite.
Trace the thought back to its source.
What is the source of a single thought?
Does it matter?
Is it a spark of energy?
From where?
And what is a thought?
A thought emerges effortlessly from the mind.
Is the mind the source of all creation?
Doesn't the material energy of thought rise from the mind like mist from the air?
Something unseen giving birth to the perceivable?
The air gives birth to the mist,
But what gives birth to the air?
If mind is not the source,
What is it?
The mind is a tool for the creator,
But the creator is beyond it.
Go beyond intelligence.
Never cease to seek the infinite one.
Observe the mind.
If you can observe the function of mind,
Does that not mean that you have already traversed far past it?
You must be much more than mind,
More powerful.
Now we are closer to the source,
Closer to the boundary of reality.
The gravity of all our perceptions is trying to pull us away,
But we will never cease for the attractive force of the infinite far exceeds anything we've ever known.
Beyond space,
Beyond time,
Beyond thought and mind.
Finally here,
Yet nowhere yet everywhere,
In a state of pure consciousness,
The source,
The birthplace of creation.
Pure consciousness is the only realm from out of which a universe can come roaring.
Roaring as it descends out of infinity,
Dragging space and time in its wake.
Roaring as it cloaks itself in a robe of light,
Expanding as it tries to make itself in the image of its infinite predecessor,
The source,
Pure consciousness.
It begins and ends in the same moment,
Born and reborn.
Or perhaps it simply never ends,
Just changes form.
And beyond all the flaming worlds,
Coming into being and searing explosion,
Stands the infinite one,
The source,
Pure consciousness.
You allow the infinite to be one with you.
All beyond the mind,
Beyond fear,
Beyond concepts.
You belong to the infinite.
You are infinite.
