TO DROP INTO THE BEING
The moment is all that you have. The past is memory, the future imagination, the present is all of it -- perception. And that, too, is in the past. The real present is the Real Presence where perception has dissolved into realisation of the Being. There space is not, nor time nor causality. Hence, the past, the present and the future like dreams dissolve into a non-spacial sphere of the Self brooding on the Self timelessly. Call it eternity if you will but you can hardly ascribe any of your epithets to define this indefinable existence which is self-contained and self-inclusive.
Only in the realm of samadhi does it reveal itself to itself when the dead man dies and the life within reveals itself to itself in its silent stillness, not inert but living without a pulse-beat distracting itself into distinctions galore. Unity is, singularity is, yet not of annihilation but of wholeness, solidarity supreme of the existence absolute.
Written by Sugata Bose
The moment is all that you have. The past is memory, the future imagination, the present is all of it -- perception. And that, too, is in the past. The real present is the Real Presence where perception has dissolved into realisation of the Being. There space is not, nor time nor causality. Hence, the past, the present and the future like dreams dissolve into a non-spacial sphere of the Self brooding on the Self timelessly. Call it eternity if you will but you can hardly ascribe any of your epithets to define this indefinable existence which is self-contained and self-inclusive.
Only in the realm of samadhi does it reveal itself to itself when the dead man dies and the life within reveals itself to itself in its silent stillness, not inert but living without a pulse-beat distracting itself into distinctions galore. Unity is, singularity is, yet not of annihilation but of wholeness, solidarity supreme of the existence absolute.
Written by Sugata Bose
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