To have it all we must be willing to lose it all. To lose our need to be right. To lose our need for approval. To lose the illusory sense of ourselves as a separate entity. We release it all to the great abyss in order to find we are the entirety of it all. We aren’t right as an ego but right as the whole one mind. Our lives become right in our relinquishing of any control, any desire to prove, any reflex to defend or define ourselves.
There is a persistent silence that precedes all sound. The still void holds each sound as a wave that passes through it. You can’t get behind the silent canvas. In the same way, it is our consciousness that holds space for every thought, every experience, and every emotion to pass through. Our pure being, this background containing self, is the first and last instance to any circumstance. We can’t get behind it. When you sink far back enough or become still in that deepest of places, you’ll find no boundary to it - no time, no point in space it occupies, for it is space itself.