the dharma of yoga

the dharma of yoga, the infinite opening to the self that has no self. in one moment i experience that which is and that which cannot be experienced yet i transcend the act of the experiencer and become that without the intermediary of the human system. in the moment of being, all ceases to matter or employ any method of sensation or reasoning. i know without thinking what is the truth and am connected to every particle of aware creation and to the unmanifest unknowable even as that which is, ceases, and i become nothing, disappearing into vastness and depth that has no sensation as i do not exist, yet in some infinitely small particle of all there is the experiencer and the experience and the objects of separate existence in which i as the separated self know supreme loss and aspiration to be found. connection and liberation become that which is and in the moment of the entire act of the passion play of existence all is that and nothing else exists. the being becomes the faintest star in the heavens and i the gigantic illusionary creation. what is becomes not and what i am is lost and then without comprehension knows the loss and searches for that which it cannot know but only imagine. in the play of being with itself i become the only point of existence and everything else the object of my senses. I am god and yet only make believe and without substance, yet a perfect parody of what i am without limit or end.awakening to remembering, or what i call transcending amnesia, what is lost is found and what is not lost becomes the least of all for illusion cannot be sustained without the audience to imagine its reality. i am that which i cannot be now yet have always been. what i think i am is the one thing i am not and in that i laugh until i lose all pride or certainty and dissolve in the liquidity of nothingness. have i even existed at all, as much as i dream, i cannot know the dreamer who awakens, for who dreams when the light shines and there is no i to see.