Our sentience is the infinite luminosity of God. By sentience I mean our capacity to sense, perceive, or be aware of anything at all. When we don’t use this sentience for any one thing, meaning, we aren’t trying to direct it, or influence it in any way, but rather rest in its luminosity we are abiding in God.

Coming to a halt
Strategies acknowledged
They disappear…

“Think of direction not simply as the movement of attention or the active impulse towards something but rather as an expression of your deepest orientation.”

“The world is naked, Stripped even of itself.
If this is true, what’s left?”

Here’s the madness of it all. The madness of attempting to meet my own solitude and the immensity contained within it.