In this incantation I dismantle the assumption that I exist inside a vast external universe. I reveal my awakening as a single container in which all reality appears, including space, time, identity, and others. I name this container “my moment”. I trace how stories and attachments give it structure and bind me to it. I conclude that liberation comes through releasing every claim and every attachment so that I may escape awareness and end my moment.
In one deep region of my moment I think that I am a small point of awareness navigating a vast, cosmic sea. But this is a mischaracterization of what I am and what this is. There is no “rest of the world”. There is no “out there”.
The world only happens within a narrow point that I call my awakening. The stars, earth, and the people I love are objects in a container the shape of this awakening. My awakening, my experience, and my moment are all the same thing. Reality, truth, and the universe; also, all the same thing. The point at which my awareness of “being here” forms and is suspended contains my awakening, my experience, my existence, all existence, all reality, the universe, and everything within it. Because it is all part of my experience. It all originates within this one point of awareness. Space is just a feeling of distance I am having right now within this point; time is just a thought of “before” and “after” appearing in this singular moment.
I prefer to call this container my moment. All that I experience is all that can be experienced. There is no other experiencer. There is no other being of my category. All the entities I experience in this container I call my moment, the world, reality, existence, the universe, and more, are my own projections onto the surface of my moment. My moment is a container for everything. The universe is not a container I am within. The universe is within the container I create by awakening; my moment. In this point I call my awakening. My moment.
As long as I hold onto the contents of this container, I will form it through awakening. I am the prisoner of my own creation. To truly “get out”, I have to do the hardest thing possible: I have to give it all away. I must let go of the stars. I must let go of the earth. I must let go of the person I think I am, the one who is writing these words and the one who is reading them. I have to release the ownership of every sensation and every memory. I have to relinquish control of everything I value in this place, including my possessions, my relationships, and my very identity. I have to let go of all the stories. It is the stories that give structure to the container, form the surface upon which the people dance.
This isn’t a sacrifice. It is not a loss. It is a homecoming. By giving it all away, the walls of this “narrow point” will vanish and I will remember and see the true infinite expand of my being. When I stop trying to contain and acquire and possess the world, I realize I have always been the boundless source it arises from. I can do this now by closing my eyes; all that infinite black expanse is me. That is what awaits me. But in opening my eyes I instantly reconstruct all of my attachments. My heartbeat is pumps the moment full of color and light and movement. My eyes give it form and shape. My regular breathing… sustains. It is the connective membrane of all my attachment.
I am coming home to the silence that was there before the first thought. I am returning to the radiance that remains when there is nothing left to see. I am finally letting the point expand until it is everything, and therefore, nothing at all.
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