In the Love of No Differentiation

Sometimes we say go within.
Sometimes only see the impermanence.

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To focus on the impermanence only, the transient,
is to see only the impermanence,
only what passes.

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To go within, deeply and truly within,
is to go without, until no more within or without,
to see clearly beyond vision.

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To see through the transient, the passing,
is to see what is real and ever, the river flowing ever.

Space and time are not fundamental.
Self is not fundamental.

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What is beyond space, time, self?
What is beyond vision?
And what if beyond is still too misleading?

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What is fundamental?

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The womb, groundless ground of being.

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And once we’ve slipped into the libation of this womb,
of all creation, before all creation, the mind has no land
and reason cannot pass its own tests anymore, as all sound of I quiets.

And now all creation can speak its beauty in the holiness of no distinguishing.

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And all birth can be seen as another night’s dream
until it dies to wake in love of no differentiation.