Only by abandoning it, can it be truly found

There are two worlds. The black and white world, and the technicolour world. We spend our time in both. But it's the black and white world that is dominant.

We wake up and the black and white world slowly stains the technicolour world, making it lacklustre and glum. If you're quick though you can catch this, in those precious few moments in the early morning when your eyes register the bright colours around you, the sound of the birds piping sweetly in the trees outside and the sun flitting through the clouds. Those few moments before the curtain of ego descends.

You see it's only by abandoning life that we can actually find it. I mean the black and white world, of course; the world of past and future, those paltry thoughts that keep returning, over and over again - dead, inert, monotonous, grainy. 'I must do this. I wish I didn't do that. What about tomorrow?'

What about tomorrow? Tomorrow never knows because tomorrow doesn't exist. What about death? What then? - you may aswell ask. For tomorrow is death. Mental death. A death of consciousness. Slavery to the black and white world, to the tawdriness of the planning mind.

Abandoning the black and white world is the only way into the technicolour world. It can be a momentary abandonment, or it can be a total abandonment. It doesn't matter either way. The result is always the same, bliss, expansiveness, beauty. Sometimes it brings tears to the eyes. The magic of this is like an exotic perfume that cleanses your soul, a refreshing discontinuity in the monotony of mind, of the black and white world.

Abandon yourself and you will find yourself. Abandon life you will find it. Not black and white, but in glorious technicolour: a panoply of sensations, the sensual world.