Meditation As Experience Becoming

Then an image arose: a ball of twine. Not just a solid shape, but something in motion—each strand looping through the center, emerging on the other side, and circling back again. It wasn’t still. It was moving, spiraling, flowing through itself like a pulse of energy weaving in and out of form. As I focused on it, something shifted.

It was as if I had been inside a room, and suddenly, the walls fell away. But strangely, I was still in the room, even though there were no walls anymore. The space had opened infinitely, yet the sense of a place remained. The body was still here. The breath was still here. But what I had thought of as boundaries—between self and space, between knowing and unknowing—had dissolved.