When I enter a deep meditation, there are no questions, only contemplation. Life itself seems to stop and that instant is seen
as an eternal inexhaustible present.Maybe, I could compare it to a vast lake, quiet, calm and serene in a night where the moon would reflect its light but not only on the surface of those waters, but in the depth, which is so deep and deep, that we could ever have dreamed, as a pearl of soft, delicate, exquisite and magnificent, colors. Thus, in the meditative meditation, the present is, no more than the absence of time itself. There is no past neither future, there is only that total reality, who embraces everything, who made everything.A brightness as that pearl of light, in the mysterious lake, in the diaphanous conscience, which is the human mind.
The present is the only reality but nevertheless it is so extremely fragile, that reality is as brief as its own emptiness.
In the meditative meditation, there is no difference anymore among the seer and the vision. There is no distance,there is no separation, only in the present we flow, only in the present, we are. But, who can understand this? That, the most powerful knowledge is to go beyond understanding, and then… only… to know …