Reality is real
but the real
is not the Actual.
The Actual
is what is there
where the real
only appears to be.
A reflection is real
but still is not
what is actually there
where it appears to be.
And so it is
with all of reality
with all that we call real.
Caught up in the forms
that we call reality
we lose sight of the Actuality,
and so lose sight
of what is actually there
where the reflection we call reality
only appears to be.
And in losing sight
of what is actually there
where the reflection we call reality
only appears to be
we lose sight of ourselves.
And in losing sight of ourselves
we see only the forms,
see only the realities,
which then leads us
to the mistaken conclusion
that we too are a form,
that we too are a reality.
And so we become lost in a reflection
that only arises
within our now hidden Self.
And so we think that we are real.
But we are far more than real,
for we are the Actual
within which the real arises
like a reflection
on the surface of a pond.
So what is this Actuality
within which reality arises
like a reflection
on the surface of a pond?
It is not other than the Formlessness
which apprehends as reality
the forms that arise within Itself,
and which forms it mistakes for Itself
when it has lost sight
of it formless Self,
when it has lost sight
of its formless Being.
But that which is lost
can be found,
and that which is hidden
can be revealed
once it is understood that
the forms that compose reality
are less fundamental
than the formless Actuality
upon which reality rests
and by which reality is apprehended
and known as real.
Know yourself as a reality,
know yourself as some form,
and you lose sight
of the formless Actuality
that you always are
always have been
and always will be.
For when you think that
what is only a reflection
is what is actually there
then the mirror
within which the reflection arises
becomes hidden
while still in plain sight.
But know yourself as the Actuality
and you do not lose sight of reality,
as a reflection does not disappear
once one recognizes
the presence
of the mirror
within which it arises.
Know yourself as the Actuality
and you only lose sight
of the related illusions
that reality is what you are,
and that reality is what is actually there
where it appears to be.
Because once you know yourself
as the formless Actuality
and not as some reality
you then know your Self
to be what is actually there
wherever the reflection
that we call reality
only appears to be.
Reality is real
but the real
is not the Actual.
The Actual is what you are.
The real is only
what you appear to be.
The real is only a reflection
that arises within the Actual
causing the Actual to appear
as if it were only real.
This is the essence of maya,
the essence of the illusion
by which Beingness,
by which the Actual,
hides Itself from Itself
while remaining always
in plain sight of Itself,
obscured only by that which
the Actual Itself
apprehends as real,
but obscured only
when the Actual mistakes
what it apprehends as real
for itself.
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