When one considers this single thought
against the constant and endless barrage of thoughts,
and then that barrage of one’s own mind
against the similarly endless barrage
affecting every other individual mind;
When one considers this moment
against the course of an entire life, and then that
against the entire course of time, and then that
against the Time before time
(which is often effectively referred to as no-time);
When one considers his or her own perspective
against the eternal difference of perspectives -
//
It is easy to feel as though
this thought,
this moment,
this point-of-reference is
but a spark,
a blink -
the very slightest
glance.
//
When one considers his or her physical location, it is
no more than a speck
in relation to the girth of the entire planet;
yet the immensity of the planet shrinks to become, itself, like
the smallest speck
when considered in relation to the galaxy
within which it resides;
and even the inconceivable expanse of the galaxy
is immeasurably dwarfed, becoming
smaller than the smallest speck,
when held in relation to the Infinite Space
which we most frequently refer to as
the Universe.
//
And one begins to wonder:
“Of what use am I
within such a grand display
of Infinity?”
//
And such concern is understandable.
//
But there are those for whom
the cacophony of infinite expression
converges on
a
single
point
.
//
For some, it’s
that first courageous step
just beyond the despair of
supposed meaningless;
For others, it is
the blinding purity of white Light
for which they have always sought
within the tunnel of
physical experience;
And for still others, it is
that accidental misstep,
the unexpected boulder on the path
that sends them tripping and reeling onto
a new path
in a whole new world
altogether.
//
Yet regardless of the means by which one arrives
at this unifying perspective,
the critical fact remains that
it has been seen,
experienced,
touched -
if only for an instant -
this grandest paradox
which must burn the eyes with its brilliance
in order to apply
the salve of
Sight.
//
And so it is realized that,
despite the appearance of multiplicity,
everything is,
in fact,
one thing -
//
ceaseless and diverse fluctuations
materializing like waves across
the ocean of Infinity -
//
that, somehow,
within the din of
unlimited creative manifestation
can be found a single thread -
one legible, familiar tune -
which binds the whole assemblage together
into cosmic symphony.
//
And finally,
that which once smacked of
incoherent complexity
dissolves
into absolute
simplicity -
//
There never was any
puzzle to
piece together,
no problem to solve,
nothing broken, in need of fixing;
There is
nothing to grasp,
nothing to comprehend,
nothing to obtain;
nowhere to go,
nothing to do
or be done.
//
Existence
becomes a
game,
a dance,
a playground.
//
In this place, it is seen in
one staggering blast
of clarity -
one sweeping
metamorphosis
of thought -
that the smallest speck
is concurrently
minute
and
expansive;
that the Universe is
held in the space of
a moment;
and that the One actively orchestrating
this vast and varied musical affair
is, in fact,
the very one
//
experiencing
//
it.
