
Meditation isn’t merely a technique; it is the gradual erasure of illusion. Every breath, every moment of stillness, dissolves another layer of pretense until what remains is not a person meditating, but consciousness aware of itself. Liberation is not gained; it is revealed when the striving ends. The self that once sought enlightenment discovers it was never apart from what it pursued.
The unfolding of awareness moves through countless thresholds. There are moments of clarity where boundaries soften, and the familiar sense of “I” loosens its grip. Some call these glimpses samādhi, nirvāṇa, or turiya. Beyond even these is turiyatīta, the unnameable state where all distinctions vanish. Subject and object collapse into one reality. The opposites that define existence, light and dark, life and death, God and creation, are seen as expressions of a single, seamless truth.
This realization does not occur through effort alone. For some, it arrives after years of disciplined practice. For others, it erupts without warning, as if eternity could no longer hide behind time. Yet whether noticed or not, this state is always present. Every being already lives as the infinite, experiencing the play of separation as though it were real.
To awaken is to stop pretending. To drop the mask of becoming and recognize the silent presence that has never moved. Once seen, life cannot return to its previous rhythm. Even the simplest act becomes sacred; a reflection of the whole living through itself. The journey ends where it began: in the undeniable truth that there was never a seeker, only the seeing itself.
Morgan O. Smith
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