Reality is motionless, ubiquitous, and permanent.
We only exist in the instant:
we do not exist as a continuity, as we suppose.
Our apparent existence from day to day,
year to year, is an illusion;
but we exist in each instant between
ticking of the clock of Time,
each instant not one of which are we quick enough
to perceive
we do not exist as a continuity, as we suppose.
Our apparent existence from day to day,
year to year, is an illusion;
but we exist in each instant between
ticking of the clock of Time,
each instant not one of which are we quick enough
to perceive
'Take Life as it comes,' we say - that is be aware that it is life that comes to us and not we who go to life.
We believe that we perform an endless series of actions, but the truth may be that an endless series of actions performs us
We ourselves are not an illusory part of Reality; rather are we Reality itself illusorily conceived
To perceive my timeless shape and state I entrusted myself to death.
Because only the trouble of death or mortality can make us understand timelessness or immortality.
Because only the trouble of death or mortality can make us understand timelessness or immortality.
