Pure seeing

Point at the wall in front of you. What do you see there?

Colors, shapes, textures. You see things.

Now turn your finger around and point at your own face.

What do you see here, in your direct experience? Not what you imagine, not what the mirror shows—but what you actually see right now.

Is there a face here? Or is there just... openness? Space? Capacity?

Notice: you see the room, but you do not see a seer. You see colors, but you do not see eyes seeing them.

What you are looking out of is not a thing. It has no color, no shape, no boundary.

You are capacity for the world. You are the space in which everything appears.

Rest as that.