The Many Facets of Brahman
Imagine, if you will, the quiet solitude of a deep meditative trance. As your mind’s eye plunges further and further into the enigmatic depths of your own consciousness, a profound realization strikes you. There, in that unknowable abyss, you glimpse a reflection. But this reflection isn’t merely a physical mirror image; instead, it resonates from an abyssal chasm within you, echoing the depths of your very being.
As you behold this reflection, an uncanny awareness envelops you. You understand that this image recognizes your presence as surely as you perceive it. In a surreal dance of perception, you realize you’re not merely an observer, but an integral part of this grand cosmic tableau.
Before you unfold a vista of divine vastness, an ethereal ocean pulsating with life, a maelstrom of creation drawing in and expelling all existence in rhythmic, tidal waves of kinetic energy. You are at once an observer and an active participant in this unending cosmic ballet.
It feels as if a multitude of celestial entities, both angelic and demonic, coalesce into one entity, each a facet of your most authentic self. This visage is simultaneously overwhelming and exquisite, a shining testament to the divine.
A face materializes from this cosmic maelstrom, familiar and yet strange. An expressionless countenance that embodies all expressions, radiating with joy despite the lack of a smile. This is a face that paradoxically appears as a stranger’s, yet evokes an uncanny sense of eternal familiarity. You are beholding the Sacred Abstract, an elusive and formless manifestation of that which remains unseen.
Its skin shimmers with contradiction – smooth like the tender touch of a lover, yet rugged as an unpolished gem. The skin shifts and morphs, revealing a sprawling desert scape so intricately detailed that every grain of sand seems to hold its own unique story. This desolate land is a paradox, an uncanny realm filled with an unfathomable complexity that defies even the wisest of seers, gurus, and mystics.
Just as water can be both fluid and solid, this ethereal face defies definition, appearing simultaneously soft yet unyielding. Its structure, or rather, its lack thereof, seems etched with glyphs of cosmic knowledge, a living testament to every living and non-living thing that has ever been.
Witnessing this wondrous face is an experience both beautiful and jarring. It’s as if your ego, that vestige of self-identity, melts away, leaving you feeling exposed and raw. The sight can be maddening, an intense psychological burden that tests your mental fortitude to its limits. The ancient scriptures speak of those who gaze upon the face of the divine and meet their end – a metaphor, you now understand, for the dissolution of the false self.
In the face of such grandeur, you might feel unworthy, unequipped to unite with the Supreme. But take heart, for the day will come when you are ready to reflect the divine mirror image in the celestial mirrors. If the radiance blinds you, persist, for soon you will appreciate your own inherent beauty, even with eyes closed. For true beauty, after all, is a perception held in the observer’s mind.
Morgan O. Smith
Yinnergy Meditation, and my book, Bodhi in the Brain…Available Now!
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