The Awakened One was once living at Savatthi in Jeta's Grove. A deity called Rohitassa came to him late in the night, paid homage to him and asked: "Lord, the world's end where one neither is born, nor ages, nor passes away, nor reappears: is it possible to know or see or reach that by travelling there?"

"Friend, that there is a world's end where one neither is born, nor ages, nor passes away, nor reappears, which is to be known or seen or reached by travelling there -- that I do not say. Yet I do not say that there is an end of discontent and stress without reaching the world's end."

There is no need to be blissfully enlightened all the time;
it is enough to touch the sublime just now.

We feel what we feel, not what we would like to feel. Desires and fears born of unmet needs obscure our sense of the sublime. Paradoxically, it is by fully honouring that actuality, going all the way into the realness of the obscuration, that the ground beneath it becomes accessible.

Earnestness — honesty with ourselves — is a direct aid to awareness. This path invites us to uncensored awareness, to listen to our feelings and body. This is not a technique. Not even an inquiry. Just — this, completely.

And in that completeness, the question of who is feeling it may simply never arise. Not because it was suppressed, but because the apparent gap between experiencer and experience has closed.

When resistance and fighting with 'what is' dissipate, a clear sense of the ever-present 'empty' background — the ineffable reality — comes into view. This is a returning to the home that was never left.

Full, unconditional immersion in the body's experience is itself the recognition, not a preliminary to it. Presence so complete there is no remainder left over to ask anything.

Gate, gate, paragate,

parasamgate;

Bodhi svaha.

Gone, gone, gone beyond,

utterly gone beyond;

Awakening, so be it.