Non-duality seems a long-sought goal for those who
have progressed, layer by layer, to that which seems close
to becoming nothing at all. All of those meditative paths
have all expressed and melted into what now seems as a
final melting. Yet the sticky thing that remains is the wish
to talk about it, to explain your journey and what seems as
your arrival, explain it to your self using a very minimum
of toeholds. And the thought looms that you are no further
along than told by a memory of that beginning. Waiting
for a breeze, no more than a silent breath through wispy
curtains, echoing from the distant hills in a soundless
whisper..to end a self, which never was...
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