“The music of what’s happening,” says Fionn, “is the most beautiful music in the world.” And the form of the world is my greatest emptiness. Read: my most beloved emptiness. My beloved Shakya. Its very existence delights in itself, even in its apparent duality. It is the face that feels its own kisses. No kiss leaves its lips, but it is immediately felt on its own cheek.
Tibetan Buddhism speaks of three skies merging: the “outer sky” of perception that we gaze out upon, infinitely spacious; the inward sky of mind awareness, the perceiver, also infinitely spacious; and the infinite sky that includes them both together as one sky. This is the space that opens within, bowing before the dawn of all space. Sky does not withhold itself from sky. Water does not withhold itself from water. Nor is sweetness separated from itself. Water need not beseech itself for the blessing of water. Its own quality pervades everywhere. Neither can sweetness separate from sweetness, but is already surrendered to itself. So does the emptiness of all-thing-ness, like a world of all water or all sweetness, already inhere in itself as its own blessing.
In a universe of all water, no water is seen to be present. Its total presence is its own absence. Its absence is its luminous potential. Its luminosity is its laughter. The absence of all things ever arises as the presence of all things, while being ever absent. It is neither sky nor no-sky. Its self-surrender and luminosity is love. We are the blessing of water for water. We are the surrender of all sweetness in sweetness.
Beyond any idea of separation or non-separation, this luminous absence is alive as presence. I am the love-limb, the very extension and body of that. I am your ambassador and minstrel. We are the face that feels its own kisses. I call to you from what we are.