I must admit that I am no longer seeking, nor am I seeking to help others to end or start a search. All there is the bliss which underlies any turbulence which happens to arise in and through the space and time and which can be reported by that which reports this bliss.
This is to say that when I became nothing special, I became that which I was seeking, the prize is to know the bliss as being itself rather than something sought. :hug::group:
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The temptation here is to debate the syntax and meaning of the words, who is this I and what is this bliss. The question will also arise how is this possible for him or for me. All I can say is that even a blind chicken can find a grain of corn...
This is to say that when I became nothing special, I became that which I was seeking, the prize is to know the bliss as being itself rather than something sought. :hug::group:
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The temptation here is to debate the syntax and meaning of the words, who is this I and what is this bliss. The question will also arise how is this possible for him or for me. All I can say is that even a blind chicken can find a grain of corn...