Today's Column

The Singular One

I am the singular One, which arises in all things. That very arising is the root of separation. The singular One is changeless. Time and space are a dance, which is the genesis of “things.” Dancing is changing. Changing is separation, or the appearance of separation, but there is no separation. Things are dyads, pairs of that which moves and that which moves it. Such "pairs," are Not-Two.

To move is to appear to be separate. That which appears to be separate is joined at the heart, and it is only the appearance of division between the spontaneous movement of the body and the spontaneous resistance of the ego – the part of the mind whose nature is to seek to control – that creates the illusion of separateness.

As the mind is immersed in the arising, the appearance of separation strengthens. As the mind is seduced by the remembrance of the One, that veil begins to thin. Minds that have seen influence minds that are still convinced of their own lonely singularity, and that which shines from every eye knows itself.

Thou Art That.