Mind like still water, all things appear.
Duality unfolds not as opposition, but as mutual appearance and mutual dissolution.
The world does not reflect consciousness.
Consciousness is the true mirror.
We are not images in the mirror,
but the mirror itself,
recognizing itself within this fragment.
Within the image, viewing quietly becomes an encounter.
Like flowers in a mirror, like the moon reflected in water.
Meaning gradually recedes.
Consciousness enters into flow,
entering the invisible current of the source.
The blue vortex resembles submerged water,
where dreams take form.
Mind like still water, all things appear.
In Tibetan Buddhism, the phenomenal world (samsara) is understood as a manifestation of dependent origination, rooted in ignorance.
Dzongsar Rinpoche describes the world as dreamlike—illusory, yet appearing real;
its essence being emptiness, an ineffable reality beyond concepts.
Emptiness is not nothingness, but the source of all possibilities.
The image appears suspended in a realm beyond words.
Light does not point.
Illumination does not occur.
Awakening unfolds in silence.
A spiritual sheltering field emerges.
Unnamed emotions and frequencies are held.
Viewing slowly returns to itself.
Water reflects the moon.
Shadow reflects light.
Within gazing, echoes arise.
An unspoken inner space unfolds.
Objects recede.
Vibration remains.
Stories dissolve.
Gazing comes to rest.
Meaning is no longer pursued.
Consciousness continues to enter,
entering the invisible current of the source.
Mirror and moon.
Reflection and projection.
The purple light-body reveals the boundlessness of emptiness.
A small point of light rests at the turning of the breath.
Observation takes place here.
The blue vortex is both submerged water
and the manifestation of dreams—an unnamed abyss.
Colors gently bleed into one another.
A non-dual intermediary zone emerges,
like a faint glow of awareness drifting within impermanence.
Ascent and descent are no longer opposed.
Ascent, the form of meditation.
Descent, the circuit of return.
Within the axis-like rhythm of breath,
everything takes form in silence.
Oil on canvas
The world does not reflect consciousness.
Consciousness is the true mirror.
We are not images in the mirror,
but the mirror itself,
recognizing itself within this fragment.
Within the image, viewing quietly becomes an encounter.
Like flowers in a mirror, like the moon reflected in water.
Meaning gradually recedes.
Consciousness enters into flow,
entering the invisible current of the source.
The blue vortex resembles submerged water,
where dreams take form.
Mind like still water, all things appear.
In Tibetan Buddhism, the phenomenal world (samsara) is understood as a manifestation of dependent origination, rooted in ignorance.
Dzongsar Rinpoche describes the world as dreamlike—illusory, yet appearing real;
its essence being emptiness, an ineffable reality beyond concepts.
Emptiness is not nothingness, but the source of all possibilities.
The image appears suspended in a realm beyond words.
Light does not point.
Illumination does not occur.
Awakening unfolds in silence.
A spiritual sheltering field emerges.
Unnamed emotions and frequencies are held.
Viewing slowly returns to itself.
Water reflects the moon.
Shadow reflects light.
Within gazing, echoes arise.
An unspoken inner space unfolds.
Objects recede.
Vibration remains.
Stories dissolve.
Gazing comes to rest.
Meaning is no longer pursued.
Consciousness continues to enter,
entering the invisible current of the source.
Mirror and moon.
Reflection and projection.
The purple light-body reveals the boundlessness of emptiness.
A small point of light rests at the turning of the breath.
Observation takes place here.
The blue vortex is both submerged water
and the manifestation of dreams—an unnamed abyss.
Colors gently bleed into one another.
A non-dual intermediary zone emerges,
like a faint glow of awareness drifting within impermanence.
Ascent and descent are no longer opposed.
Ascent, the form of meditation.
Descent, the circuit of return.
Within the axis-like rhythm of breath,
everything takes form in silence.
Oil on canvas