Sogyal Rinpoche saying,
“Your experience will not enlighten you.”
And suddenly the words fly apart
Diving into the space of Y-O-U-R
Entering molecules of ‘Y’
But what is entering?
Somewhere a sense of a mirror
Gleaming, silvery; allowing and reflecting arising appearance
Where does this sense of ‘I’ come from?
If a baby was not rattled at, cooed at, worried at;
if its senses were not bombarded, directed, manipulated
Would a different sense of ‘I’ develop?
Or is it implicit in the division of that single cell?
And before that?
Image by Ignacio Ercole