Death of a whirlpool

The death of a person is just like the ceasing of one whirling pattering of water in the sea before it shapes into another.

Apply this to who you think you are.
(clue: there is nothing that you are not)

All The Way Down

An easy way in:

Notice how there are two ways to breathe:

1) With the sense that there is a remote ''you'' making sure you breathe, pushing and pulling.

2) With the sense of letting the breathing in, and then the breathing out, do what they want to do. Nothing whatsoever needs to be done. Breathing is happening. And it is generally now deeper, tide-like, slower and stronger.

The panic, in some parts of the sea, attendant to step 2) doesn't have anyone behind it either, making it happen. There's just this being experience, all the way down.

Which is the Tao, which is Liberation which is plain and simply just this.

Moody Blues

A mood is a muscular cramp, which, when relaxed, undoes ones' whole monkey grip hold on being. Without mood, one is annihilated and is released into Just This. Which is irreducible and also Nothing Special.

If you want to Be Somebody, better hold on tight.

...But remember, what is holding on is already doomed; there's no one there.

Wave Thou Art

The phrase, That Thou Art or Taat Tvaam Asi is tattooed on my arm, next to my heart.

It reminds me when I forget, that there is no I and there is no real forgetting.

Just wave after wave of phenomena, and nothing outside of that wave. The wave intuits itself. There is no real separation felt anywhere. And yet, of course, I can discern natural distinctions within the wave.

Is this true 'over there' ?