In the swirling that is sharing the light that lights the path I have chosen to walk- the floating by of another lily pad of enlightenment happened.
In the way that something clean becomes dirty which prompts for its cleaning.
The same way that when rock bottom is apparent , sky high is eminent.
This type of cycle (? – for lack of better terms) became apparent in realizing that being so out of touch with Authenticity lands you smack dab in the middle of Authenticity. ( a must see attraction during your travels on The Path/ Journey!)
[The visual that keeps coming to the forefront is : a slice of a pulse. Just one curve of a wave. From start to finish. A cylindrical grey stone- I can hear the soft drag of it making contact with pure darkness like chalk on a sidewalk. A semi-circle. One-hundred and eighty degrees of a silver lining created in the dark. What is causing that silver lining to be seen? My Awareness? What even is this vision? Why even? Another reason to scribe is born. Another reason to draw. To create. ]
This phenomenon also occurs in the amount transactional shorting it takes to be so out of touch with one’s own inherent power that you are put in touch with that very same power… jarring. Electrifying. (Like being shocked by the defibrillator of the universe. It’s off , and now it’s back on.)
All of this to arrive at how it is evident that eyesight creates opposition where truly there is none.
To arrive at , it is all One.
There is no separation.
Just an ineffable amount of spectrums to pollywog leap through and experience- if one should choose.
And suffering doesn’t have to be along for the ride, in the way that being in the center of a spectrum , or wheel – keeps the extremes of being crushed to an all time low after experiencing great heights or basking in the light only to get snatched up by its darkness for that delicious slice of humble pie.
Currently eying how equilibrium is defined in the catalog of subconscious observations.
In the meantime – pleasant travels dear reader.