Immensity

 

 

It was an evening of enchantment and peace and the mind seemed to cover the vast space and the unending distance of a dark haze of red with a voluptuous Moon; or rather, the mind seemed to expand itself without an end, and behind and beyond the mind where there is something that is holding all things in it.

There must be a part of the mind which is dormant, to be awakened only by that which is above and beyond all minds, thought and time.

Is this only a speculative thought and therefore another of the many inventions of the mind, or is that immensity not born in the process of the mind.  

There is only that, and that is aware of itself without measure nor any beginning and end without any word.

The mind is aware that it cannot capture by experience and word that which is the ever evolving abyss of timelessness and immeasurable presence.

Or as William Blake wrote, that one thought can fill all immensity.

In the immensity of the aware inner state, the depth of life is entirely revealed and that before our eyes is the experience in waiting.

The passage that designates its direction to pursue has the immensity that knows its way.