I see the sky - its vastness. Somewhere somehow it has come to be. I see the mountains, their vastness. The growing trees, the motion of things, somehow somewhere it has come to be. My seeing of them, my knowing of them - how, how and what is happening.
I see the sky - deep, endlessly deep.
I walked into this loving vault of nature.
I know this with certainty, that though the day seems so empty, so empty, something, something will happen later.
I just wait, I can only wait for some greater power to act for me. I know I want to feel in my mind the quickness of catching the idea that I may pursue and feel my mind stretch and grow.
All reality must be a manifestation - which is stupendous in its implication - the huge mountains, the green nature. Our purpose is to see through this manifestation - maya.
I feel blocked because my expectation is as if to see directly, and I am unable to.