Beautiful words arise and stick for this moment in my
presence and echo's in the deep...
In the beginning, I found myself lost in the 'relative'
perspective
"I'm a separate person desperately trying to fix
myself, to become perfect, pure, enlightened, whole.”
Later on, I got stuck in the 'absolute' perspective
"There's no world, no time, no me... and no
perspectives!”
These days, what's seen is this: The absolute dances AS the
relative. The ocean dances AS the waves. And so the words 'absolute' and
'relative' melt away....
And the dance goes on.
The relative perspective is the absolute perspective through
the structural translation of labels/concepts.
The tiny baby sees just this and has no explanation.
ps/smoh
ps/smoh
