Like reflections in a lake, like dreams in a mind, like movies on a movie screen, everything appears in Brahman.
Such reflections, dreams, and movies are nothing but Maya—like mirages miraculously occurring in the desert air or snakes suddenly superimposed on a strand of rope.
Because the body is reflecting in that Lake of Existence, it seems to exist. Because the mind is flourishing in that Ground of Consciousness, it looks to be conscious. Look closer, there is nothing but Brahman.
2. Brahma Says Brahman
All you need is Brahman. Luckily for you, Brahman is all there is.
Saguna Brahman is for all those people looking for Nirguna Brahman. Love!
God, Brahma, passes on the truth from preceptor to preceptor:
your real self is reality itself. Atman is Brahman.
3. no things
In the dream state, everything is made of mind.
In truth, the mind is made of Maya.
Everything is made of Brahman.
In reality, there are no things.
4. a fifth of november
I love Plum Island in November when forbidden dunes are like the Snowy Owl Mountains and that Big A across the Gulf of Maine is just a kiss of Manitou away.
I love the lavender sunsets of November when leaves have fallen from my picture window revealing a shimmering Venus and her sparkling crescent necklace moon.
And I love that space of pure consciousness in which this dream state is appearing like a grand monadnock through a sacred primeval cathedral of eastern pines.
a. lavender sunsets
Because the body is reflecting in that Lake of Existence, it seems to exist.
Because the mind is flourishing in that Ground of Consciousness, it looks to be conscious.
Look closer, there is nothing but Brahman.
And all you need is Brahman. Luckily for you, Brahman is all there is.
Everything is made of Brahman. In reality, there are no things.
I love the lavender sunsets of November and I love that space of pure consciousness in which this dream state is appearing.