A Moving Process For years I assumed that this body was Home and inside of that, the living room called 'self'. This should give you an idea, of what a fool I've been! Through the power of awareness and it's accompanying insight, the solidness of the body overturned - just a denser set of sensations. And when the imputations of a self give way to the boundless, infinite Void, fear arose like an abandoned child without a home, a mother, a world. I've come to realize that the sense of self as a bodily home is a Norman Rockwell fantasy and that I've always stood in that which is beyond location or center. So a process has begun of getting accustomed to another Home, which has no address and no paths leading to it. The nature of all, the three bodies of Buddha, our ultimate residence, The practice of inherence in freedom is how one does the packing of taking residence in the Transcendent. Welcome Home! June 30, 2001 (1 of 1)