An Essay | Aharon Avitzur Hi Emerson, I wanted to send you something and say thank you. I came across your work and what struck me was the directness — the way you point past every framework without handing anyone something to hold onto. It stayed with me. I write and think about consciousness, and I recently wrote an essay about how large language models expose the "I" as just a word — a token that works perfectly with nothing behind it, which means it may have always been e

By Steve Warm What had been a routine game of tennis with a close friend became something else. I didn’t have the slightest idea at the time, but decades later I realized it was an example of what countless people search for all their lives. Suddenly, all I saw was the ball and my tennis racket with my extended right arm and hand effortlessly moving the racket and hitting the ball. My body was somehow making all the right moves as the ball was pummeled toward the net, but I w

Words are echoes in an endless hall, Each one leaning on the next for meaning, Spinning a web of circularity— A mirage of clarity in the...

I flogged myself with words today, And wrung frustrated tears of time; Each notion forging work from play With armoured tales of...

In this space, in this very directness This raw immediacy, there's no destination, No journey to embark upon, Just a gathering of...

In this extraordinary instance , The illusory separate sense embarks on its quest, Seeking the unattainable, craving to grasp The elusive...

Once upon an illusory time A perfect mistake, a cosmic joke Wholeness appears as separation, An illusion, a fleeting sensation, A sudden...

(A song about Agoraphobia and Liberation will share audio when post-production is finished) I have been looking out the window for what...

I used to think that God was "out there", perfect, all-knowing, the "source" of all that is, the One who created me. And I was a separate...

I dream of a future, a distant shore, Where unity's embrace I'll feel once more. Yet in my dreaming, I fail to see, That unity's already...

(Inspired by one-on-one sessions about glimpses and heartbreaks) In the heart's quiet yearning, love unfurls, Absolute, raw, beyond...

In realms unknown, the shared essence roams, No gifts to grant, no truths to own. Here lies the crux: all experience, but a guise,...

In this paradoxical realm, What seems real may not be, It is both and neither, An emptiness masquerading as fullness, Unity disguised as...

WHAT A RELIEF! Everything can appear to be Can appear to be happening (or not) Totality appearing as « good/right» Like joy, health,...

You “ And, what about you? “ “ Yeah, what about it? “ Has it ever occurred to you, that this you, you take yourself to be, do not really...

Thirty-two years of seeking, So many moons spent dreaming, 11,688 days, more or less, of wanting, For the day to come, To know the true...

There is nothing to talk about regarding "nonduality", it is just a word without any meaning at all. There is no possible reason or...

Nevertheless How to improve if there is no one to improve upon? Room for improvement requires believing in the dream. There have been...

Everything is always changing. These words being uttered. the gentle play of light the distant hum of sounds and the flickering images...

with no ideas, no words no thoughts, there is just silence. Pristine spacious translucent. primal. To try and find it with a tool, such...