It’s not about a mental state; it’s the clarity of seeing What Is. Since there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do, a description is offered.
It’s not about psychology: the absolute subject is eternally free from psychological activity.
It’s not about experiences, it’s about the one experiencer that exists.
It’s not about being spiritual, it’s being natural, open and accepting of what is real.
It’s not about knowledge of the known, it’s about living knowing knowingness.
It’s not about becoming enlightened, it’s dissolving the illusion of there being someone to enlighten.
It’s not about gaining anything, it’s life in it’s natural rhythm refreshed, cleared by stillness.
It isn’t a serious undertaking; it stands alone: an earnest cosmic lark masquerading as you and a world.
It isn’t about love, it’s love itself: infinite and ungraspable.
It isn’t about changing anything, it’s about uncovering what’s changeless.
It isn’t about peeling away layers to uncover a true self, it’s selflessly surrendering a will that never existed.
It’s not about living a better movie, it’s seeing that it’s a movie and enjoying it all the same.
It’s not about finding a balance, it’s letting go of the branch, finding your wings flying free.
It’s not about togetherness or community, it’s standing alone in the family of the unknown.
It’s not about anything, it’s no thing writing this and reading this now.