Honey on a Razor's Edge

Like licking honey off of a razor's edge. Such is the story of our lives. We seek permanence where only flux can be found and consistently delude ourselves that the next satisfaction will be the one that lasts and fulfils us. And even then if we try to remain still and cease to fend off these shifting tides, often we end up drowning in the vanity of our own boredom. We want what we can seemingly never have. Is there any hope for us? I think so. Beyond this sensory veil of illusory desires, there lay a transcendent reality so splendid words could never suffice to capture its glory.

That being said, just as fingers pointing at the moon are not the moon itself; so too can this reality be analogised in terms anyone can comprehend. Like a piece of rope mistaken for a snake, or a mirage seen in the desert; objective limitations are a false superimposition on what is itself infinite in essence. Like the ocean transforming into a wave, or a piece of thread woven into clothing; the causal substratum forming these objects remains unchanged throughout the process of becoming. This is akin to the transcendent reality I spoke of earlier.

It is only through the power of sensory perception that things seem to come into being, maintain themselves and then cease to exist. But this is restricted only to the empirical realm of appearances. In actuality there is no beginning, nor is there any end, and the distinction made between inner and outer is inherently false. This is why the ancient sages unanimously agreed, all is of the nature of Self. Your innermost being, your unobservable consciousness... is not different from that very reality! Know this truly in the depths of your heart, and there is nothing further to desire or fear. For what could one want more than existence without limitations? Quite freeing, I think.