This blog is on summer vacation, although here is a brief break in the silence.
I walked up to the street just now to put out the recycling, and saw the moon against the pale blue sky and framed by clouds lit up by the setting sun. For a while, there was just pure perception.
The moon was lost - or more accurately any stories about the moon was lost, and what remained was just pure awareness, the moon arising within and as awareness, with no I or Other.
Byron Katie asked are you ready to lose the moon?
And what is lost is only the stories about the moon, the mythology of it, the overlay I place on it: it is a planet, it is romantic, it is up in the sky, it circles the Earth, it has phases, I remember when I watched the moon with my girlfriend by the coast that one time, it is beautiful, humans have traveled there and walked on it (the first time in July 1969), it looks larger closer to the horizon...
What is lost is being caught up in any of these stories about the moon, the attachment to any of them, believing in any of them.
What remains is just the pure awareness. The moon arising within and as clarity, within and as awareness.
And if there is not even the story of I, then that is all. There is the moon arising within and as clarity and awareness. That is all. And not even that.
There is just what is, arising within and as clarity and awareness.
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