With every heartbeat...

It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind it is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for three seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, empty and awake, will never decay because it was never born.