Thought is a dream.
Thoughts say all kinds of things, Imagination paints all kinds of pictures.
None of it is true.
But something is interested in them, drawn into them, attracted to them. Something believes in them, agrees with them, plays with them and holds them up as true; as right or as wrong.
What is being pointed to, isn’t thought-based. It’s not in that dream of thought, language, meaning.
This is it…all thought, meaning, language and other forms appear. If it appears, it will disappear.
What is it that doesn’t appear.
What is it that always is, but isn’t.
That can’t be conceptualised or spoken of…
but it’s all there is.