Tonight you helped me experience the truth of “any identification is a misidentification.” It is so clear now: there is nothing to be named, there is nothing.
As Nisargadatta said (not verbatim ^_^’), “If you watch a flame moving in a circle, you believe there is a circle. But if it stopped, you would be left with the flame only.”
Can’t explain, won’t explain. I feel living in a paradox more and more, and I leave it at that.
I can’t express with words how much happiness there is for what is.
With real love,