Nothing in eternity
is created or destroyed.
Your mind is unchanging,
no matter the volume,
the value, or the veracity
of sensory input.
It makes no difference
to your mind
whether your brain and body
are having a good time.
Your mind doesn’t mind
if you are having a time at all.
Your mind is unaffected
by time and circumstance.
Time and circumstance
are neither created nor destroyed.
You are eternal and unchanging,
no matter what you perceive.
Trail Wood,
10/3
As we wade through the kaleidoscope of existence, an intrinsic paradox unfurls its cosmic wings: while everything around us appears to transform, there’s an underlying eternal essence that remains untouched, unblemished. The fantastical whirlpool of experiences, feelings, and interpretations don’t alter this eternal substratum. We call it the Unchanging Mind—a luminescent starorb that is at once the core and the periphery of all things.
To deem the mind unchanging isn’t to negate its plasticity in accumulating wisdom or its role as a tabula fantasia where the brushstrokes of experience continually paint new horizons. Rather, it points to a deeper level of Being, a sanctum of pure awareness that remains unaffected by the cacophony of sensory phenomena, the ebbs and flows of time, or the verisimilitudes of circumstance. This facet of our existence is much like an unplayed note in a musical score, an eternal pause amid the symphony of life’s happenings. It’s neither born nor extinguished, akin to the cosmic constants that define the boundaries and potentials of our Universe.
Imagine this unchanging mind as a vessel of unspilled nectar, existing in parallel to the ever-shifting mirage of reality. This nectar—timeless, spaceless—neither reacts nor transmutes under the influences of external triggers or internal churnings. It is as still as the eye of a hurricane, as tranquil as the untouched depths of a tempestuous ocean. The forces that swirl and tumble around it are incapable of breaching its placid sanctity. The storms of life, whether they bring delight or despair, never leave a scratch on this eternal canvas.
It’s an unshakable stillpoint in a world of perpetual motion, a quasar of unaltered light amidst a universe of fluctuating energies. It’s neither exalted by joy nor debased by sorrow; it simply is—immutable and serenely disengaged from the realms of relativity and mutability.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We delve into the concept of an unchanging mind, which remains untouched by the multifaceted experiences and sensations of life. This core of pure awareness coexists with our more malleable cognitive processes, serving as an eternal, immutable sanctuary amid the flux of existence.
Glossarium:
- Starorb: The metaphorical orb representing the eternal, unchanging core of our being.
- Tabula Fantasia: The ever-changing but non-essential layer of the mind where experiences and emotions interact.
- Unspilled Nectar: The unalterable essence of awareness, unresponsive to life’s trials and joys.
“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”
— Ram Dass
What are your ruminations on the presence of an eternal, unchanging core amid the ceaseless ebb and flow of life’s experiences? Do you see this constancy as a source of solace or perhaps a point of intriguing complexity in our understanding of self and consciousness?
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