The present moment is just a self-evident infinite conscious presence -like an empty piece of paper - on whom the writing of life in the form of infinite perceptions of sounds, colours and forms, taste, touch, sensations, smell, breath, thoughts, feelings, memories takes place. The writing of life is written with a magical ink that disappears even as it is written ...the paper is always empty, pure, pristine.
Cidananda-rupah Shivo'ham Shivo'ham.
Cidananda-rupah Shivo'ham Shivo'ham.
