Tag: perennial philosophy

Mystical Union: Transcending the Cosmos by Pure Seeing

6 Jun 2022

Mystical union occurs outside space and time, so one can say that to become fully naked is to transcend both space and time. And in transcending space and time, the mystic transcends all opposites, and in so transcending it also encompasses all things, including all pairs of opposites, space and time. In mystical union, all opposites are reintegrated into the dimensionless, ever present origin. Some have called it the Void. … More Mystical Union: Transcending the Cosmos by Pure Seeing

Coming Across God

5 May 2021

God is deaf; It is blind; It is dull, dark, and dumb. Ears and eyes and wit are windows to what’s outside of oneself. But there’s nothing outside of God, so God, mind you, is deaf; It is blind; It is dull, dark, and dumb. When I came across God, It perceived me not, for … More Coming Across God

Already Free

11 Apr 2021

Phenomenological attitude is where I go for vacation. It’s an all-included package for free. It’s not mental, not intellectual, not even human attitude; it’s rather a spiritual perspective on the stream of experience effected by a shift from what I’m not but have accepted to be (i.e. human) to what I truly am but have … More Already Free

The Bafflefield

29 Mar 2021

The out there is in here. Nothing is outside me, for without me there would be neither inside nor outside. What is beyond me is already encompassed by me, for otherwise the “beyond me” wouldn’t even come into my conception. I dwell in a world that dwells in my thinking. This baffles even me, who … More The Bafflefield

Prison Break

9 Mar 2021

I have become world-loose again; warm and detached, I am nearing the sun that melts the shackles of these cunning appearances. I have a foot out, a foot in; an illusive essence and a human mask, a wavelength and a momentum. I’m not in the world, and not of it, at least tonight. The world … More Prison Break

My Eroma

28 Sep 2020

This veil! It is transparent, and the beloved in plain sight. But I am blinded by what I’ve taken to be seeing. There’s a seeing that shows and a seeing that hides. She is near and far, here and there, a yes and a no. She is my Mona Lisa. She is my Eroma. I … More My Eroma