A Flower Opening?

During a dyad exercise a few days ago, while contemplating the question “What am I?”,  a number of very interesting insights arose.  The contemplation began with a seeing that an “I” thought would arise and then immediately another thought would assign a significance to the first thought, would give it meaning.   The creation of the reality of an “I” was happening moment by moment through thought itself giving substance to the idea of a “me”.  Without this meaning given by thought the arising of a concept of “me” would have no significance.   The attention then naturally went to the looking at why thought was continuously doing this, being active in creating the “me” moment to moment.  It was seen that thought was reacting habitually to avoid the void.  Thought was aware (or was reacting to the awareness) that it is transient and dissolving into the unknown each moment.  Thought was moving away from a perceived emptiness or not-knowing each moment.   As this process was observed there came a sense of falling back into the not-knowing aware space and a sense that this space was more truly “what I am” than anything thought could produce.  The mind became very still and silent.   Staying in that still sense of being, there arose spontaneously a clear sense of timelessness and the word “eternity” presented itself as a description.  Not eternity as never-ending time but as totally outside of time, in another dimension entirely.  “I” was eternal, timeless Being.  A sense of being was arising out of the Unknown.  Somehow there then arose the perception that what I really am is not the limited “I” created by thought but that the roots of “my” being are grounded in the Source of everything, unbounded Life itself.  “I am That” became completely true:  I cannot be other than the Totality, the Source of all.  This was much more than an idea:  it was a fact.   Then in the effortless looking or seeing it became clear that even “I am That” was dualistic:  “That”, or Source, was being conceived as an object.  It was being conceived out of the unknowable source and was in a sense grounded in that Source and at the same time the objectification of it was happening in thought and perception.  When this was seen the duality collapsed into a pure not-knowing.  The “I” that had been the object of inquiry had dissolved.  Laughter arose in this seeing that the natural culmination of the search for “who” or ‘what” I really am is the complete forgetting of myself.  So much so that there is no knowing of a self or of there not being a self.  There is nothing left to say about myself in that state of truth where the difference between “I” and Truth has dissolved.   Thought can come up with approximations and descriptions of that which is beyond description and this we have such proclamations as “I am That”, “I am the Truth”, “I am love, freedom, bliss, consciousness”, and so on.  These are beautiful expressions of what ultimately is beyond all expression.   And then comes the question, “Is it beyond, or is even that just another duality of thought?”  The answer comes not in words but as a further falling away of division.  In that or out of that or as that arose the perfume that might be called love.   What value is there in sharing these types of experiences with others?  I don’t know.  Krishnamurti says it’s like a flower opening to reveal its beauty to that which can perceive it and be moved by it.  Life itself expressing itself within and as the play of duality and the melting away of the duality which never really existed.   Interestingly, since that experience and the writing about it there have been some fairly strong movements of such emotions as anger and sadness.   Go figure!  When felt and observed they melted away.