So finally , in letting go even more, there is only this. I sometimes describe this as stillness reflecting itself . Because that is how I experience it. Yet even that isn’t quite right. Because really, it’s just this. There’s no way to conceptualise this.
The simplest way in which I have found to know if there is a fixation on identity is this: fixation on identity means that love will seem to come and go . Even with very expansive identities, love will ebb and flow. Yet when identity is transparent it is clear that there is only love. It’s not the love of butterflies in the stomach as experienced in romance. Rather, it is when instead of finding nothing at the source of all things there is love. Simple , effortless, still, and overflowing love.
Joey Lott
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