Body forgets the luminous secret of flesh.
The longing of love becomes the stuff of appearing, mystery's whisper. Since the very beginning of No Time At All the vast expanse has presenced its ownmost mystery as that intensity extensity, expanse and tiny-ness, of time and space.
Bright knowing, ecstatic, shines as natural activity across the expanse of mystery. It is better to say that the expanse is itself the shining. First there was no ‘space’ and then the nature of dark mystery shone radiant across a space – that came to spaceness through the action of shining.
This space before dimension shimmers as the frolic of pristine awareness. The shimmering sets up the play of pattern and so comes the cavorting of knowing and known. (awareness knows the patterns which are only the patterning of awareness’ own shimmering that is only the radiance of dark mystery’s own unutterableness)
Like a shooting star a single drop of knowing falls – creating now the vertical and horizontal dimensions of space. And the falling creates a dimension known as duration. Falling from the sky of mind the world is the becoming of being andluminous emptiness is known as-is every where and when.
A mystery speaks without lips or tongue. There is the whisper, “I love you”. It falls, like the sound of bells, into the face of all existence. This simple urge, freedom’s bright, spreads across the sky with dawn’s rays and the rice bag body appears, lives - like a puppet on the strings of love.
Body forgets the luminous secret of flesh and form and so finds ‘itself’ here and now. Here and now, the illusions of space and time, clothe love’s impulse, but in dark forgetting are forgotten, and so the fretful search begins.
The search seeks across space and time for the secret of what is not space and time. It looks in the only time and place it knows and so falls short since the secret is not in place or time and so ……… so much suffering frustration. And yet, secret is born and wed to flesh, to happy urge. In hidden place the placelessness, the heart within the heart, the breath within the breath. Animated in everything and everywhen where and why the subtle insistence. The dull and dim of fretful mind can unbecome and know in brightness once again.