The mind is like murk in the lake of being. In crystal mountain water, the ground is all there is.
There’s a deep basin in the Pemi of the White Mountains that forms a pool called The Pool.
It’s forty feet deep and you can see the bottom as clear as the earth around it.
Cold Mountain writes: "this is such a still restful place; the sun is slant and shadows of trees
grow enhanced; I can see the bottom ground of mind—a lotus is emerging from the sediment."
At seven I saw it in the state park called The Flume. Like looking through the eye of nature!
On that day, I first became, in the language of New England transcendentalism, a transparent eyeball.
A 13th century Christian mystic said, “the eye with which I see god is the same with which god sees me.
My eye and god’s eye is one eye, and one sight, and one knowledge, and one love.”
But look silence says it best.
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