Sleep in the ocean’s vortex and gaze into the sky
“Sleep in the ocean’s vortex and gaze into the sky’s dimensional expanse. Padmasambhava - Nyida Kodpa
Prologue: Language falls so terribly short of truth. What impossible mystery is it that sees through these eyes. Considering it for even a moment then appearance falls up into the bowl of wonderment and manifestation is drowned in ineffability. Eyes open, this wild unfeasibility light and expanse flood nerve and flesh with love’s uncorrupted appearing.
There is no way to miss what I am saying. There is no way to own it. This body becomes it in every cell and droplet ….. oh such immaculate silence, such audacious beauty, and the moment of this conversation whose name is only love.
mind has fallen deep forgotten constructs
re membered only light
pattern form function structure all are, and are not.
mind has fallen deep and only love
re mains. discontinuity abounds
the word love becomes meaningless within its ownmost.
Mind has fallen deep silence deconstructs
pattern tremulous expanding
and into the out of nothingness something comes this.
There was the slightest tremble within the mystery of mysteries. A trembling that was its ownmost effulgence and this trembling became the great forefather, the pre-beginning.
Within the mystery of non-dimensionality this trembling became the dimensionality of expanse and this pervasion became the Magna Mater who is neither source nor upholder, neither present nor absent.
The forefather of all experience gathered up the sky and wore it as a garment. He tied the stars and planets about his waist as a belt and donned the morning mist as a cap. His royal banner was made of sunlight. Swallowing the potentiality of nothingness into his belly the expanse became the realm of beings where the Great Mother, who is neither origin or ground, gives birth to all beings without there being increase or decrease. The All Good Father, the pre-beginning, then kills his own children and eats their lives without there being any decrease. In this way things continue.
All of this happens without anything having happened. Understanding this, one is freed from the imaginary rounds of beginnings and endings. Your own body is the cauldron where elixir of the sun and moon distill the droplets of father and mother into poison. The clever one discovers and drinks this poison, killing the countless children, transforms the life essence of their bodies into the philosopher’s stone. Those who can understand this are fit to enter the path of alchemy and travel beyond birth and death.