Sometimes, my attention becomes almost boundless, becoming the space around me. I wonder about the nature of my awareness when it no longer holds a fixed position—neither here nor there, neither mine nor other.

Too often, I imagine understanding the minds of others as if I could honestly see what moves within them. But what exactly would I be seeing? And what would be seen? It sounds like a silly idea.

Can the endless varieties of behavior, capacity, and understanding ever be fully known? Or does knowing itself change what is known?

What happens when causes and effects appear clearly without creating the impression of a fixed destiny? It is strange how I can see one thing lead to the next without knowing precisely what is happening.

Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire.

Is it possible to enter fully into the plain experience—my desires, pleasures, possessions—without becoming lost within them? To taste completely yet remain unforgotten?

Could words make another happy, or do they resonate with what’s already there? Is there a perfect timing to my expression, a moment when communication becomes possible in a way it wasn’t before?

How might presence remain unmoving while simultaneously appearing everywhere? Water enters every vessel, yet remaining water.

What would it mean for a single moment to contain all time? For the most minor point, can I hold the gentle vastness? Could the boundaries all dissolve while leaving each thing perfectly distinct?

Don’t you ever fear, I’m always near…

What happens when my seeing just happens? What knows when my knowing simply occurs? What acts when my action unfolds by itself? Maybe what seems like a hundred separate friendly places is one seamless functioning, appearing as many through sorting and naming.

Has everyone already recognized glimpses of this boundless presence? These moments when time stretches or contracts, distance seems meaningless, understanding occurs without effort, and separation briefly dissolves.

You are always welcome.