The practice

bemused by illusions we free ourself simply by looking at myriad vibrations crystallised as forms including ourself recognising its untruth on a relative scale space seems motionless although it too flickers which we notice the light that lights all lights God’s radiance eternal is the only reality all else is false ephemeral remembering this as often as we can is our spiritual practice which but requires of us that we bilocate attention between form and the void until the recognition is etched on the fabric of consciousness