The All-Creating Monarch states: Everything contained within the universe of appearances and possibilities such as the kayas, timeless awareness, the positive qualities of buddhas, and the bodies and habitual patterns of beings is, timelessly, the essence of awakened mind
Just as myriad dreams are subsumed within sleep, being natural manifestations that are empty and without true existence, so too the phenomena of the universe, whether of samsara or nirvana, are embraced by mind. They manifest within mind, the vast expanse, but have no substance. Just as the entire vast universe has no limit or center in the expanse of space, but is uninterrupted openness, so within the expanse of awareness, all that manifests outwardly or inwardly-objects or mind is subsumed within openness and is naturally manifest and empty.
Theirs were souls in the making yet, With the deeper lessons of life unlearned; The chords of their hearts were still untouched, The passions of youth in their breasts still burned. They gave no thought to the Universe, They heard no hint of God’s great plan- By most its thought all their hard lives taught Was Man’s Inhumanity to Man.
The Atman is that by which the universe is pervaded, but which
nothing pervades; which causes all things to shine, but which
all things cannot make to shine
Within this kingdom the ego rules, and cruelly. And to defend this little speck of dust, it bids you fight against the universe. This fragment of your mind is such a tiny part of it that, could you but appreciate the whole, you would see instantly that it is like the smallest sunbeam to the sun or like the faintest ripple on the surface of the ocean. In its amazing arrogance, this tiny sunbeam has decided it is the sun; this almost imperceptible ripple hails itself as the ocean. Think how alone and frightened is this little thought, this infinitesimal illusion, holding itself apart against the universe. The sun becomes the sunbeam’s "enemy" which would devour it, and the ocean terrifies the little ripple and wants to swallow it.
Yet neither sun nor ocean is even aware of all this strange and meaningless activity. They merely continue, unaware that they are feared and hated by a tiny segment of themselves. Even that segment is not lost to them, for it could not survive apart from them. And what it thinks it is in no way changes its total dependence on them for its being. Its whole existence still remains in them. Without the sun the sunbeam would be gone; the ripple without the ocean is inconceivable.