Sheer perfection - language appears; light and effortless, within & as the natural unfolding of what is. Words come and go, touching lightly and vanishing without a trace, neither obscuring nor dividing.
They simply appear, move, and dissolve with intrinsic ease like clear ripples of still water. Even the word “presence” may seem tied to time or place, yet presence itself is simply this - pure innocence - aware, present, here, now.
The sense of rigidity or fixed meaning or narrative, might appear - and even this is not apart. It flows seamlessly as presence, arising and dissolving within & as the wholeness that is, untouched by the very language arising effortlessly without itself.
Concepts and words drift through the world-sphere as effortlessly as light of a screen. Some appear briefly and dissolve without weight, while others may linger, seemingly solid. Yet, grounding in presence - non-aversion reveals true weightlessness. Nothing truly held, nothing taking root. Again & again anew - self-revelation; always here, always now, ever-patient, abundantly available, lending the freedom of itself, to itself, as itself.
Integrity, in truth, is not something one could strive for or ever obtain. It is the quiet, steady, simple wholeness of what is - unbreakable; seamlessly complete. Ease doesn’t come through effort, but rather - the resonance of allowing. Even resistance, if it appears, is none other than the flow of love. Simply allowed, softening and dissolving all, revealing again & again it’s ever-present ease.
Language too, moves like wind across a still lake. It truly neither adds nor subtracts, obscures nor reveals. Its meanings arising, shifting and fading, appearing and dissolving effortlessly, never leaving, never creating any actual division or gap. Language is not a limitation; it is a gentle appearance pointing lightly, dissolving easily, and always reflecting the infinite nature it arises within.
All that appears - language, thoughts, sensations - arises within and as the wholeness of what is, without separation or effort. The lens and the world are not two; they unfold as one seamless arising, appearing and dissolving naturally, beautifully, perfectly and effortlessly.
Grounded in feeling, reality reveals itself to itself - whole, complete, and free. There is no search, no grasping, no becoming. Wholeness is not elsewhere; it is here, now - simple, clear, undeniable.