Consciousness drops/dropped in another friend. Whose joy, fierceness, rest, and deep heart recall this depth.
Nothing to gain, do, achieve.
The Natural State of Ati Christ.
Pointers landing in the pointed.
Natural Meditation, pure, spontaenous.
Meditation that does not seek.
The VIEW, as we fly, our mother dharma/gospel pushing us off the mountain of egoic fixity and agenda. No instructions to this flight---fly or crash. Then fly with guideplan.
An inner solidity amidst the flight. Not rock egoic hard, but an inner cascading wall. Rushing water of the pure mind.
The ludicrous nature of all else.