Tag: flux

Initially we can see there is the territory and the map. Then we see through the map and recognise it is just more territory. And then, at a certain point, we see through the territory itself and realise there is nothing fixed or stable, just perpetual flux, of which we are an indivisible aspect.

Everything is always it and it is always different.

Whenever I hear the phrases like ‘original mind’, ‘ground of being’ and other such terms, they seem to imply a final foundational condition that simply doesn’t ring true for me.

Even in complete, pristine, calm silence and stillness we remain the nexus of the ever-changing flow of phenomena of what we are.

I prefer something like ‘flux of being’ because, for me, there is nowhere to land, no ground, no resting place, no fundamental basis, no beginning or end – only ever shifting sands, the perpetual free fall through ever changing experience.