The Chameleon Sutras

Meditation is a cleaning of the lens by knowing the lens; a polishing of the mirror by looking in the mirror.

You do not go inward to escape what is outward. When you close your eyes to this scene, you are no further from the world. When you go within, you are simply resting your eyes to see clearly, as you did before you became delirious in this illusion.

Your being is little more than a chameleon. You would be transparent, but for the shape of your awareness and intention in this moment. Do you love? Then you begin to feel, as love. Do you move? Then you begin to feel, as movement. Do you breathe? Then you begin to feel, as the breath.

When you repeat the mantra “no self, no problem”, it is not to negate your being-ness, but instead to recognise its true nature. You are nothing but an aperture; the margin of a cosmic picture. What is it you will capture as you dive into the minutiae in search of yourself? With what landscape will you be adorned? With what problems will you share a bed?

Reality as you know it is an irresistible hallucination; a ride through ever-changing states. Through you, life is tasting the fruit on the tree of self-conception. You have been told this is a sin; that you will lose yourself. I ask, what is there to lose? Taste the fruit. Let the flavours permeate deep into your being. There is no self to lose, other than the one you imagine yourself to be.

You are not simply this, nor simply that. You are not merely here, nor merely there. You are not only a body, nor only a mind. When you realise you are neither, you become the stillness between both; the un-manifest silence from which the hum of sensation arises.