“We were talking—about the space between us all
And the people—who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth—then it’s far too late—when they pass away.” George Harrison

“As within, so without, as above, so below, as the universe, so the soul” Hermes Trismegistus

It’s all mind, all the time, creating perception; engendering feeling and action. When I close my eyes, there is seeing–right here. When I dream, there is seeing–right here. Ask the question, “Is there anything outside?” How it gets projected “out there,” I don’t know.

I remember having the amazing realization that love cannot be found because there is no separate place from which to look; nowhere it is not. No within/without; no above/below; no subject/object.

What am I looking at?

And maybe I’m just totally FoS. 🙂 My apologies for the lofty language. It’s just apparently so. Or not.