THE FINAL STAR

Is Ereignis, then, the star in definitive outline?—Catherine Malabou, The Heidegger Change

Reading one text, know the basic space of all texts.

Reading one poem, know the basic space of all poems.

Seeing one film, know the luminous clear light dynamic seeing of all films.

Thinking one thought, know the great mind of loving open intelligence of all thoughts.

Living one day, know the dynamic open intelligence infinite impermanence of all days.

Seeing one end of the world, know all possible ends of the world together.

Knowing one possible concept of extinction, know all of impermanence to be stable, shining, available in every space, every space-time and non space-time domain.

Knowing one drop of rain, know all oceans seen as one expanse of water together, radiant and bright.

Knowing one mind, this one mind here, know all minds in their evenness, equality and love.

Seeing one sky, knowing all skies forever, the great Golden Teaching lit up from on high.

Tasting one millisecond, with no obligation to make it into a song, painting, concept, mantra, struggle, is tasting all milliseconds.

Some beings have a heaven-habit, some beings have no heaven-habit.

No heaven, and no no heaven.

Having seen one heaven, one over-life, one over-being, one single lovence, one knows all heavens, radiantly differently, radiantly the same.

Tasting one description of space and time, we know all such descriptions, and all such descriptions of non-spaces and non-times.

Knowing one small part of language, a part that takes language away, rest in the profound experience of not and not not as the experience of all languages.

Knowing one God, know all Gods, and repeat them.

Even the farthest heaven is not and not not, even the greatest genius is not and not not, even the greatest mountain is not and not not a mountain.

Knowing Kurukulla Unbound, know all things stripped of their necessary colors, know all things unbound.

Knowing one description, one sees that one description leads to another description, and at that point let go of all descriptions.

It is absolutely impossible to put ourselves into a concept, whatever the concept is.

Knowing one part of this very text, know the shape and color of all texts and all non-texts to come.

Knowing one, know all.

Knowing this, know every other.

Knowing one thing, knowing everything.

Knowing the profound meaning of everything, in good time, is love of existence and a great blessing.