All I am is a pinpoint.
I am not on the razor’s edge.
I am is the razor’s edge.
I am the razor’s edge.
The tip of the needle.
This is mystery.
This is what is attempted to be packaged and sold.
This is special effects.
This is the only thing.
Mystique.
Wonder.
And yet utter familiarity.
Truly tactile and tasted.
You can never escape it.
The idea of confusion is confused.
You can’t stop it.
Because it’s all that can be called It.
It is all that exists.
Why does it make me afraid?
Because all that I think of myself has nothing to do with it?
X used to say she didn’t want it. Not this. Not like that. Too fast. It was all happening too fast. Nothing to hang onto. No time itself. And so retreat.
Retreat into the maze of the mind.
But why?
And now I know.
Now I understand.
I am ready.
I do not want, do not care for anything else.
There is not even an I to relate a “God”.
There is only the tip of the needle.
It is all here.
It is all now.
But what is all?
Can this be called All?
This can hardly be called anything.
I cannot finish the sentence before it becoming nothing at all.
Or a new something.
Before it becomes nothing again.
The absolute is not a monolith.
It is “smaller” than you can imagine.
As such, it has no room for you or any other.
The truth is trying to talk about an awakening is attempting to escape it.
We want to double up on the single frame.
But why?
Is it too much?
Is very little too much?
I could disappear into myself at any moment.
In fact it is necessary.
Not because “I” say it is.
But because the reality demands it.
It demands I give myself over.
But what is the it that demands I give myself over?
There is no it for there is only the infinite Is.
The single frame.
There is no monolith to demand anything.
That is a construct of multiple frames.
A virtual reality.
And what is the self this construct demands be given over?
It is also nothing but construct.
There is nowhere to go.
Because there is not even a To.
There is not even action.
Let alone an objective place.
Let alone an objective “going”.
Or anything to go anywhere.
But there is no to.
There is no karma.
Your idea of God, needs to go on a diet.
“The screen on which you see” is not a screen, but that single frame.
Do you see the screen, or the single frame? Are they the same thing?
“You” do not “see” anything for on that single frame you are only That, as it is.
But a screen versus an image implies a separate self.
The question you asked yourself was, “Why am I here?” — the “here” implying a certain perspective or point of view.
The answer was, “Where else would I be.”
But if you look deeply, there is only that which is seen, without the seer.
The avoidance of Truth is simply an avoidance of dying to the single frame — the avoidance of seeing that you are ALREADY dead to that single frame.
You can’t have perfect insight without becoming nothing other than it.
Still
Where “I” Am
Is Always
And Never Not
The Tip Of The Needle
That’s what I am.
If you get lost.
And you get confused.
And you wish to identify with it again.
You wish to find it again.
You must realize you are already identifying with something.
And that something is dead.
And so you do not realize you are only what is alive.
Not in a “lively” biological sense of any quality.
But truly and only as that which Is which is necessarily less than you can imagine.
You only exist as the razor’s edge.
There is only the razor’s edge.
That must be realized.
All must be abandoned.
And then it becomes the natural state.
Not as a point of view.
But as that which is itself.
Every “sensation” is a hint of that.
Indeed, every “thing” is a hint of that.
All words spoken are a hint of that.
All dysfunction is a grasping of that.
All violence is an attempt to force one’s way back to that.
All consolation sought is the result of perceived separation from that.