What arises as everything fades? Each level appears fulfilled only to reveal its limits, a disappearing ladder, where each step feels both tangible and elusive.

I sometimes think I’ve found stillness, only to realize there are subtler movements. When perception fades, what observes this? There’s nothing to hold on to.

In vast space, the desire for defined boundaries remains. In abundant awareness, who perceives the vastness? When nothing fixed exists, what understands?

When even nothing fixed fades away—what remains? What goes beyond the extreme when both perception and absence lose their ground?

A gilded wreath on reason; the flower crushed conceives.

Is this the whole deal? These levels of peace hint at something more ulterior—like paths leading to hidden realms.

As I shift my footing, new places reveal profound calm and new responsibilities. Who comes from this feeling, both larger and smaller?

The landscape constantly changes, from clearing my thoughts to engaging with others. Each success evolves into new requests, and every insight unravels the inquiry. What does it mean to move through these stages? Each phase feels both like an arrival and a new beginning.

In chaos, purity emerges, and the ordinary reveals extraordinary layers. Each new insight brings new duties, showing the limits of understanding. But peace waits everywhere.

Is there a difference between plunging in and expanding outward? Between all-encompassing stillness and dynamic change?

The most profound engagement seems to flow into the widest interaction, while the most tremendous success mirrors everyday actions. What was I searching for?

When paths meet, which way shows progress? Perhaps all paths spiral in and out, up and down, still and active.

Are these stages separate? Or simply different views of an elusive ordinariness? A fracture in everything, allowing it to shine through. There is the serene place.

And what you need is what you get…

I see how each stage includes the others and how the last encounter reflects the first step. The joy expands into endless movement, while the “goal” leaves no trace of its presence.

Everyone might be traversing these same friendly territories, whether they name them or not. Some through stillness, some through motion, some through both and neither – but all somehow making their way through these gentle trackless tracks.

You are always welcome.