"Having turned my hearing around,

to the ever-present elemental sounds of intrinsic naturing within,

and let go of the mirror-like character of awareness and all its phantasms and distortions,

I rest in the coherent continuity of that which appears, to be…

…and suddenly, spontaneously, an epiphany arises:

I am not other than this naturing,

and I dissolve, no longer delimited, distinct, nor other than,

this plenum of Responsive Naturing,

empty of selfish concerns, so that only love remains, to benefit all."

'Nothingness' is belied by the appearances.

'Fullness' leaves no room for anything.

Rather than ideas and concepts, visceral experience trumps all.

Words have no meaning in the absence of actual referents to point to. We just have to come to see that 'actual' is not what it seems.