Sounds appear. Feelings appear. Things appear. All this appears, for no one. The one that claims that, I am hearing, feeling, seeing is appearing as a dream. It's imagined, this dream of someone. That too is just what's appearing. This so called collapse of me then becomes yet another appearance, happening, in free-fall, in nothing.
The appearance of I lives in its own dream. It dreams it is separate, it dreams it has a life. It dreams it has a story, that it owns that story, my story. It dreams there is time. There is no time without the me. It dreams it is not good enough and has to find 'something' or 'somewhere' where it can finally rest and come it it's eventual fulfillment. No one can get out of this dream as dream is just a dream. There is no I in that dream, it is the dream of I.
Knowing is a thing. It's a something that appears in wholeness. Yet the seeker looks for some kind of knowing, as if what is or freedom, is known. When the sense of separation is not there, the desire to know is also no longer there. Wanting to know is the desire of the seeker. The seeker can only look in separation. It is a dualistic appearance, an apparent separate reality, and its base setting, is dualism. What conundrum for the seeker. Yes it's hopeless but it is also ali
What you are looking for is hiding is plan sight. It is hiding from the person, as this and as the person. The person is trying to find the trees by looking for trees. The trees are hiding by the looking for them. The person practices looking for the trees. It meditates on the trees. It devotes itself to the trees. It hopes it can die so it can see the trees. There are only trees. There is no one looking. The looking is the trees.