Empty Space, Infinite Forms

When I started just looking at what’s going on, I first noticed the cyclic nature of all phenomena. Just about everything had a beginning, middle, and end. Whether it was breath, or heartbeat, or thought, or feeling, or a sound, or any other sensation for that matter. It seemed like life was just a stream of sensations or experiences that rolled out one after another in accordance with the laws of physics, which I wound up noticing sometimes as causes and conditions, and sometimes as Karma.

Initially, I concluded that the experience stream is the observed, and I was separate— an observer. Because that’s just how it all occurred.

Upon watching it closer, something far more fascinating became clear.

I was not only the observer watching or experiencing the sensation stream from a distance, I was also the material out of which those experiences were constructed, and I was also the field in which they got felt.

Quite literally, I assume the shape and form of whatever I experience. I can’t tell how— but I can “feel” it. Whenever I see a physical object out here, I can tell that the physicality of it is somehow constructed out of me AND in me. Do you see what I mean?

It’s as if the material out of which everything is constructed is me, and the field in which they all show up is me. Oddly, whatever gets constructed out of me AND in me gets felt in its place. 

In a way, I assume the shape and form of everything out here. And because I assume their shape and form, they get felt in their place somehow. 

I am the space and also the material that makes any experience possible. I am the raw material from which everything is created, and I am also the field that makes those things experienceable. 

It’s not just physical objects. I assume the shape and form of subtle objects too. I am the material out of which thoughts are constructed, and because they are constructed from me “the raw material”— they also show up in me and as such get felt. 

I don’t intend for this to sound complex to get some kicks. But this is the best I can do to explain it.

You know, it’s very surreal that I assume the form of anything that I experience.

• I assume the form of physical objects out here.
• I assume the form of sound, smell, tastes out here.
• I assume the form of subtle objects like thoughts, memories.
• I assume the form of emotions happy, sad, angry, hurt, and so on.

Everything that gets experienced is entirely because I assume their shape and form. I am both the material from which they are created and also the field/space in which they get experienced.

Everything here is me, yet I am fundamentally formless and shapeless. While I am the material out of which everything here is constructed, I am not the things that got constructed, but rather they are the forms I assume.

What gets constructed out of me AND in me is entirely driven by causes-and-conditions. The body, mind, physics, chemistry, biology are just different flavours of causes-and-conditions. It’s all Karma. 

As such, the causes and conditions can manage to create anything at all because I am eternally available as both the raw material for construction and the field in which they get experienced. But I am fundamentally formless and shapeless.

While I am fundamentally formless and shapeless, whatever is out here is all me.

Whatever person this body-mind system cooks up, I assume the form of that person. This body-mind system cooks up happy, sad, successful, failed, and so many other experiences out of me (as raw material) and in me (as space). Yet I am, oddly, none of them. I am fundamentally shapeless, formless. I have been assuming forms several times a day for eons now.

It’s like I have no preference for the forms I could take.

I go wherever it takes me.

For instance, just a little while ago, I “filled out” the form of an obese person.

Then I “filled out” a marathon runner.

Then back to “filling out” an obese person.

Then “filled out” the one who goes to the gym regularly and works out.

For a while, I assumed the form of someone who was going to build muscle and flex them.

Those are just the forms this one body-mind system has constructed out of me and in me. 

I am also the same ONE from which every body-mind system and, for that matter, everything out here is constructed.

Whatever objects are out here, I seem to assume their form as well. 

That goes for subtle or conceptual objects too.

A problem statement turns up? That’s made out of me and in me! A problem solver naturally shows up right after. I assume the form of that problem solver. 

A conflict turns up in a relationship, a fighter, a rebel, an offender, a conflict resolver or some such one turns up.

I see a challenge, I assume the form of a man up for the task. 

The problem solver or the challenger isn’t always constructed out of this body-mind system; it could get constructed out of any body-mind system OR anything. Nevertheless, it’s always constructed out of me and in me. I seem to have no preference.

These shapes and forms get created as a function of causes and conditions. They have a physics to them. I just fill myself into the forms as they causally happen to unroll.

While I am fundamentally formless and shapeless, whatever is out here is all me.