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Aquí y ahora


  Aquí y ahora es la apertura en nuestra atención, la focalización sin objeto, el dejar ser, sin intenciones, fines o planes. Aquí y ahora la mente reposa sobre la vida-inteligencia (conciencia) que le da forma, y la vida-inteligencia se yergue sobre su silencio fundamental, mostrándose como acción sin fin, una fantasmagoría misteriosa desbordante de energía. Sobre el apeiron de la materia, la mente superpone las representaciones de un extraño y maravilloso espejismo. El apeiron las sostiene en su efímero espectáculo para un misterioso espectador: Yo, tan efímero como el espectáculo. Aquí y ahora no es el pasado, ni la proyección del pasado que llamamos futuro, ni el recuerdo automático que llamamos presente. Aquí y ahora ni la presencia del yo soy toma forma en el tiempo. El yo soy se transfigura en luz, los objetos deshacen sus superposiciones sobre la materia en pura luz: ya no hay ni rosa, ni moléculas, ni átomos, ni quarks...La luz es pétalo perfumado, el pétalo es un relámpago de alegría. La luz que vemos y la luz que ve (la conciencia del espectador, la atención espontánea de la vida-inteligencia) son la misma luz. Los dioses se retiran ante el misterio del aquí y ahora, los dioses no pueden ser aquí y ahora, ni el yo que escribe tiene espacio-tiempo en ese profundo seno. Aquí, la necesidad de un sentido se rinde y entrega su adamantina persistencia.
Algo habla. Apoyado sobre algo que  no es habla. El silencio del ahora abre un más transparente silencio.

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