Do you ever spend hours in the morning crying in front of the mirror—
because it feels like you were dropped into this body for the very first time,
and nothing feels familiar?
Everything is so new, so vibrant, so bright,
so incredibly magnificent it almost mind-fucks you into ecstasy.
You vaguely remember that you were once a “person,”
but you see no evidence of any human identity, ego, or sense of self.
Every new moment transcends anything that could arise to tell you otherwise.
So you just ride this profound sense of presence
that wraps around you like a warm, loving blanket—
so powerful, so loving, so deeply knowing.
It knows before everything.
It just knows.
It flows.
And it feels like existence itself
is having a spontaneous moment of remebering
its own magnitude and beauty.
Eyes wide open.
The human is empty.
Existence can see itself all at once—
outside of any paradigm,
outside of any limitation.