The mountain doesn’t create wonder.
The wonder discovers a mountain.
The city doesn’t create excitement.
The excitement discovers a city.
The relationship doesn’t create longing.
The longing discovers a relationship.
Time is carrying an entire dream-pattern through successive forms.
Time is not something inside the dream.
Time is the dreaming itself.
The world is time appearing as space.
What appears as “my life” is largely the recognition of that pattern unfolding through countless changing scenes.
An endless revelation
