It feels like there is a whole world of information beyond following feelings. When I rest or stop with only contact and feeling, there is left a very dark and unformed place. But I go there and it brightens. Again and again, when I let go I find the voice of things; and there is always music, always a light. All experience feels layered, rich, poignant.
All is free beyond conditions, and all conditioned things are unconditioned, permeable to awareness. Even death and separation offer their anthems.
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