The light of pure knowing is who we really are, that is our primordial dimensionless being — nameless, placeless, wordless. But this pure knowing is not and can never be a substance. For substance has borders and knowing is borderless. Space has no borders too. Space is not a substance.
Pure knowing is an empty process without inherent existence. It cannot be otherwise. Even so, knowing can modulate itself into myriad forms as thinking, feeling, sensing, perceiving, intending, and attending.
“Mind” is just thinking.
“Heart” is just feeling.
“Will” is just intending.
“Body” is just sensing and perceiving.
“World” is just sensing and perceiving.
Thinking, feeling, intending, sensing, perceiving, and attending are nothing other than knowing, pure and simple.
Nothing really exists as substance in the light of pure knowing. Knowing spontaneously manifests as all things as a dance of effulgence and sport of bliss. Knowing has never been, is not now, and never will be “anything” other than “itself” which is no self — sheer empty transparent knowing without borders and without landing place. Even the word “knowing” says too much. But we speak anyway in the inescapable mutuality of communication.
This is the end of suffering.
Image credit: Rupert Spira.
