Diving deeper and deeper into the space inside.
Inside, far bigger than confined space of „I-MY-ME“.
The space, actually feels far bigger than material container called body.
Living every day and every moment so close to this, yet not known „Myself“.
Going inside of myself is the nearest and most direct encounter with existence.
And one of the methods to encounter is asking question:
„Who am I?“
The mind cannot answer.
Then feels just blank, undefined, empty, feels like unmanifested existence inside.
Living in a manifested form of existence inside is an unmanifested existence.
Our existence itself is so mysterious.
Diving deeper into it is the only way to find a mystery inside and outside.
Grateful to Pan, for his ever mysterious being.
Grateful to all the friends, as multifold expressions of existence.
Grateful to universe, for ever expanding space and endless creativity.
Lalla