There can be a flow, a wave – a glimpse of the Heart in the silence of its Being – when the distinctive boundaries held between seeming-self and seeming-other are collapsed in a resolution of feeling…
Reality-as-itself, this knowing-being that knows and is Life, could be called Unnameable Perfection. Unnameable – because it cannot be given an appropriate title, when its depths are free, beyond language, concept, form and thought. Perfection – because it is never amiss: its created dance, and its supreme, simultaneous independence, is the unfoldment of cosmic beauty, without a flaw to be found.
We could call Love that which perceives experiences.
It is what is irreducibly real.
It is the the fabric of Being, of the One.
The absolution we long for is never in, as, or for the dreamed-character;
Absolution lies in the simple fact that only Awareness is Aware.
Knowledge (in terms of objects) is always formed in/thru the mind, the utilized channel of limited perceptions – but Knowing, if we extend its definition to include the non-phenomenal realm – is beyond, before, and prior to the access of mentation. ‘Knowing’ in this sense is the channel of Absolute Freedom.
the mind, the channel of limitation, can never know the consciousness that perceives it.
it is Consciousness that Knows both the mind, and Itself, through its Being-Nature.
Being Reality, Awareness Is.