The Line Beneath the Rhythm

Close your eyes with me for a moment. Let’s take a journey together.

Picture a ball in your mind. Hold it there. Now, let the image fade. Without the ball, what do you see?

You may say, “Nothing.” But look closer, that “nothing” is not empty. It is the very field from which all thoughts and images arise. Thoughts come and go. Images flash and dissolve. Yet the field itself remains, untouched, unbroken.

Now imagine a heart monitor, beeping its rhythm. The spikes rise, fall, and disappear. But the line beneath them, the still, steady line, remains. When the rhythms stop, does the line disappear? Or was it always there, before, during, and after the movement?

This field has no beginning and no end. It is what holds the dance of thought and form. We mistake the spikes for life, the images for reality, but what gives them life is the very ground they appear on.

In our own lives, we cling to the images, the ball, the thought, the rhythm. But all the while, the field is here, silently sustaining, waiting to be remembered.

The invitation is simple: rest not in what comes and goes, but in what has never moved.

~Tat2Guru