not-separate

The essential delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are over there.
Kobuun Yasutani Roshi, Japanese Zen master who was willing to take Westerners as students

Isaac Shapiro--isaacshapiro.de--says this another way (paraphrased)--the only way I know you or other perceived objects is the experience of you in “my” experience. That is that the experience of you arises in the experience of me, which is the experience of the body sensing objects.

Ramana repeatedly pointed out we are not the body.

In other words, the universe we create is a dream. As if Consciousness “wants” this experience we name life.

To me it seems logical then that Love is enough. In fact there is nothing else.

These cats simply “do” love. In a sense, they have nothing else to offer. It’s my reward for hanging out with them, offering food and water and a place to sleep and a few other amenities.

When I let the edges soften a bit, the eyes relax some, and just let the catness in without so many preconceived notions, I get a taste of not-separate quality.