There’s endless texts and teachings, vast arrays of philosophy, and no end to the arguments and positions – all seeking to point the way to this …. what? …. this coming home to what you are.
But when it comes down to it, it’s oh so simple. Rest in that empty, luminous awareness, that space-like oceanic expanse, that holds, nurtures and gives birth to all our experience – indeed, is not separate from our experience.
When you ‘see’ it, it’s there, always, unchanging, unborn. Vast, still, silent, unaffected by all that appears to arise and cease in experience.
There is that which is completely unblemished, which is pure and beyond coming and goings. So supremely pristine and naked.
Here is the refuge, our home, our true nature, our original face before our father and mothers were born. It’s not ‘ours’, it’s not a thing, an object, something out there to get or connect to. It’s not ‘us’ or ‘me’, it’s not really our true self, though I get why some traditions describe it that way, as true self or big self. It’s not in any way me, which then exists in the world. It’s neither me nor the world, not self or other, not this or that. It just …. is …. not really is …. being …. not really being …. this timeless, beyond space or dimension, beyond inside or out, beyond me or not-me, beyond all categories, thoughts, or conceptions.
Don’t try to grasp it – it eludes you and fabricated experience arises in its place. Let go let be … and this luminous emptiness comes clearly in view. Rest here in this, your/our home. Nothing to practice, nothing to create, nothing to get. Just slide back into this vast, unborn spaciousness, this womb that births you and the world.
When you can rest in this unborn empty naked awareness you know it to be always there, never not present, whatever is arising in your mind. You see that all that arises is nothing other than this vast empty naked awareness – like the waves and the ocean – sounds are silent, sights are empty, thoughts are vast and transparent. That which arises is unborn. That which ceases never left the unborn. This empty, naked awareness is the womb of all experience – it gives birth to it, yet the nature of experiences is none other than this vast openness, this empty luminosity itself.
Experiences come and go, yet they are clearly unborn and unceasing. The deathless. Not separate, not different, yet you clearly ‘see’ the unborn and ‘see’ the born. And see they are not-different.
This ‘seeing’ – that which never changes, that which appears to change, and the relation between the ‘two’ – it’s so very simple.
So close, so near – so easy to look for something spectacular and special and overlook it. It’s so ordinary and simple, yet coming home to this recognition changes everything. And yet …. changes nothing.
May all beings know that which they are never other than.
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