The simple feeling of being is inescapable. It is not something that needs to be created or generated or sustained or practiced. It is what is here already.

As it is sometimes said in the Tibetan Buddhist tradition, the end point of the entire spiritual path is also the starting point, for what we’re looking for is actually exactly where we find ourselves already. And where is that? Right here in the simple feeling of being.

What all the teachings are about is the simple feeling of being. What everything else is or might be is way downstream from the primal fact of being. All the elaborations, the seeming complexities of our human lives… without the simple feeling of being, there is none of that, right? What we think of as the complex nature of our lives, all of it just pure existence, the miracle of life itself.

The simple yet most profound feeling of all. Being.

Let yourself revel in that. No need to think about it, just feel it. I mean, you can think about it. You can analyze it, try to make sense of it. But it’s not necessary. Just absolutely enjoy it, the ceaseless flow of being. And as you do, see that this is what you are fundamentally. The simple feeling of being.

Here we are already, seeking whatever we might imagine is missing, trying to arrive at some future destination, some greater moment in which we realize the singular nature of reality. And where does that apparent journey begin? Where all journeys begin. Right here. The only place we ever are. What’s happening right now is the only starting point there could ever be. And what’s happening right now, the starting point of every journey, is also the vaunted end. The simple feeling of being…

Here is being. It has no beginning. It is simply here. This immediacy, this flash instant of being that exists completely outside of time. No “before” can be found. We can imagine a history, some time that came before this moment, something that led up to what’s here. But that imagining could only ever occur right here and now.

There’s also no future we could ever arrive at. That’s also pure fantasy, for any dreamed of future would only ever be occurring in the flash instant, this simple feeling of being that is always here, always now.

Nothing needs to be added unto this simple feeling of being because the simple feeling of being is without limit. It is a limitless expanse that includes all of existence. It might seem like it is somehow contained, existing here in this localized place I call “me.” But notice that in that sense of localization, that sense of being located “here” (and not “there”), no edges can be found. The simple feeling of being is without border or boundary, without any end point.

In that sense, it’s outside of time, outside of past, future, and this ever-dissolving present moment. And it’s outside of space as well since you can’t say where the simple feeling of being is even happening spatially. You could say it’s “here.” But you could also say it’s “there” for wherever you may seem to travel in the vast field of experience, right there is the simple feeling of being, right? In that sense, it’s ridiculous to say it’s here or there for it can’t be determined as to where the feeling of being is.

Notice how nothing needs to be done to keep the light of being lit. It generates itself and sustains itself, it would seem. It’s life-giving, the simple feeling of being, for it is life itself. And we always, always have it because we are it. Nothing (including us) can be found as existing separate from the simple feeling of being. It’s never absent, never missing. And in that sense, there is nothing to seek because what’s already here is this simple feeling of being, this feeling that is by its very nature, awake, knowing itself as each momentary perception, including the one we might call “me.”

The simple feeling of being can take the shape of anything. The deepest heartbreak is the simple feeling of being and the greatest elation is the simple feeling of being. All the colors, all the flavors of being are being. And so, when a certain experience arises that may not be to our liking or preference, right there, in the heart of that (and every other experience) is the simple feeling of being, this feeling that is not a particular feeling but the feeling of everything, the “one taste” underlying all diverse tastes.

No matter what it looks like, it is being. It doesn’t matter what’s occurring because it’s all the same thing. Always looking different, yet always the same.

The simple feeling of being.