Eternity
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.
We are pain and what cures pain, both.
We are the sweet, cold water and the jar that pours.
Rumi
Existence has been splintered into myriad forms. Each shard, someone claims as truth. But what if reality is formless? No duality. No beginning or end. Eternity in this moment.
