The content of experience isn’t important. Remain in that which experiences the objects in experience. That which is having the experience. That which does not have form. That which knows the experience and as I am that, the content in the experience itself is secondary. I am prior to experience. I am the experiencing. Just being. The empty being that is the ground of experience. Of existence. The emptiness that is fullness. That I am. Know that and don’t quarrel with experience.
For I am experienced too. All form dancing is I. But I am so much more than form, don’t lose myself in that small defined phenomena. I am also the infinite, dancing. Some of my movements appear as form.
As I dream I roam the boundless state.
If experience becomes out of capacity,
I awake, to my limited state.
Do I fall asleep to a smaller world that appears safe?
When my small self believes itself awake.