Modes of expression are inherently subjective.

There are no thought forms or models of reality that can represent the entirety of the thing they attempt to describe. They are each finite and therefore incomplete.

The reality revealed through spiritual vision, however, is free from the restrictions of linear definition. For truly objective awareness to be experienced, it must occur outside of time and the language structures bound to it, and while awareness is lucid and unencumbered by the syntax of temporality, expression can only be a reduction of the fullness being sensed.

The first description is the first limitation of the infinitude of existence.

All that gets defined becomes ordered into a context, into a structure that then derives its meaning according to its relationship to every other meaning alongside which it coexists.

When the experience of spiritual illumination reduces itself into the corridors of expression, its narrowness defines the parameters of its inaccuracy.

The multitudes are the mask of subjectivity, the expression of which forever confines meaning into the boundaries that describe it, deceiving the listener to the extent that she clings to its divergent forms, while forgetting its unified content.

It is for this reason, the words that stream into the mind, one after the next, to illuminate the splendor of the limitless light, are forgotten beneath the currents of time, flowing into the endless ocean. Each distinction, a dissolving grain of salt in the Great Sea.

Do not listen to these words with attention on the tiny particles of salt, but receive the totality of the Great Sea into the retina of understanding.

For the component parts of each particle of perception will not reveal the grandeur of the Whole. They will only draw the perceiver into the subjectivity of conceptualization, tempting her to define herself by what she sees, and it is by this definition that she condemns herself to temporality and dies because of it.

The livingness that animates the perceiver remembers how to listen. It is the eternal Witness who flies through the weightless waters of the Great Sea.

Her knowingness effortlessly rides on vertical currents, floating across sound and meaning as though they were but a fluttering ripples of wind through her feathers.

These currents she locates by the heat of their spiraling ascension, stabilizing the wings of awareness only long enough to carry her above time, where her understanding soars in completion.

Guide your attention therefore to the warm currents behind the particular forms of these words.

Let your thoughts penetrate the structures of these expressions to the expansiveness they conceal and yet radiate.

This you will do only in your heart, where the peace of your unlimited wakefulness supports the soles of your feet as the stones you step across on the journey to the home we share.

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