The ability to “chat” on equal terms to a stone on the road, a bird singing out of sight, or to a pretty leaf, depends on an unequivocal understanding. My awareness of what and who I am is perfectly and unhurriedly able at a deep level of faith to engage with one other in our jointly experienced one-ness.

On such a premise, I have to say that when I hold a ‘chatversation’ I experience a blissful two way flow. It’s maintained at an elevated state of mind where harm of any sort, anticipated or sensed, does not obtrude. There is an unswerving assumption of goodness.

Yes, blissful it is, as if connected in the sanctity of meditation, or in losing my sense of time listening to the harmonies of Tibetan singing bowls.

Gloriousness is not some abstraction “over yonder”. It’s an integral part of being here now, EveryNow.

We are all made of the same elementary particles. A stone may predate my existence by many millions of years. A late blossoming evening primrose may coexist with me. Both flower and stone and my awareness are ineffably part of the history of everything.

When my state of mind faces square on to the state of grace of the aliveness which we all inhabit, sentient or not, all trying ceases, because trying is a superfluous and distracting use of energy.

Ultimately, it’s impossible to go along with questions framed from duality. It’s the perennial problem of “I am here, all else is over there”, distinctly other in place, time and identity.

From the time my experience of ‘what is’ becomes suffused with the awareness of the beauty of simply being – being alive and freely sharing aliveness – dualistic mindsets become like a hindrance: unworkable, impractical, self-contradictory and without relevance.

For me, awareness of the beauty of being is a feeling of excitement that I describe as like having butterflies in my tummy, like in a state of being in love with everything and nothing.

This excitement is allied to a forever slightly puzzling sense of newness. The quality of what is passing through my various levels of awareness about the world I am engaging with is coloured – I could say it is spiced – by strangeness.

This is the strangeness of reduplicating newness. The same type of newness I feel in a place or situation never before encountered.

With that sense of lack of experience comes the disarming knowledge that it is not possible my understanding of my state of mind can be increased, because suddenly I find myself floating where no prior supportive certainties or well-founded assumptions exist for me to reach out to.

In some unhealthy states of mind, such as trauma, the absence of the familiar personal vectors of the meaning of reality could be destructive, or at least experienced as negative.

Bliss exists as the superposition of its opposite. Despair can result from an intensely unnecessary focus on only one of two sides of the receiving of grace. This is what some might refer to as a fall from grace.

The evidence of my senses and the input into my intellect is raw, unfiltered, and it is so intensely felt as to be sufficient in the moment. Such sufficiency is its own protective loving mantle of harmlessness.

The state of mind in which I step out into the street is one of surrender, a walk into life unarmed, needing no tools or instruments to discover as I go. Give up the fruitless quest for identity labels. Be all receptivity.

Surrender to the eyes of the eyes of other beings and enquire most diligently and with kind heart what their experiences tell them, be they ever so unfamiliar or alien.