I am perhaps 3 years old, cross-legged in a red plastic tub, playing with the water hose.
When I press my finger on the opening, a fan of water appears. I see how the light shines through it. I see rainbows in the drops. I see what happens when I put a hand through the fan. I see the shine of wet concrete and green smudges from the garden. There’s hardness from the tub against my knees. Smells of water mix with washing powder and Thai basil from the pot nearby.
This is how I have to describe it now.
But the experience was one, without “me” observing it. It was full-on immersive, nameless experience without separation. There was no one apart from the experience with thoughts about it. There was no sense of being inside a body, just sensations. There were no attempts to control experience, judge it, use it, learn from it, be with/in/as it, or even to value it.
It was all there was, and it was always now.
All experience was like that. Sometimes with painful sensations, sometimes pleasurable, often neutral. But it was completely free and without any problems.
Was it any different for you?
Why should the nature of direct experience be any different now?
I really like this one! When I ‘became a mindfulness trainer’ they try to teach me to describe our experience like that, preferably as nondual as possible 😁 It had no point because it’s like you wrote, only unfolding experience 🙏🏻❤️
I tell people toddlers are tiny zen masters all the time. This is what I mean.