To become invisible. To lose our substance, to let the world enter us and pass through us from all sides. To forget the image of the self, which is so ever-present these days that we end up thinking it is who we are.
Buddhist visualizations foster this liberating loss of definition. Imagining oneself becoming a being of light—without substance, yet present. I practice a great deal with Tara, the embodiment of compassion. She sparkles with love, yet she has no physical heart. She envelops me in her tenderness, yet she has no arms.
To become Tara, if only for an instant, is to become a rainbow—a full manifestation, yet elusive. It is remembering that visualization is not about pretending to be someone else or inventing an image, but immersing oneself once more in what is always there, beneath all phenomena: the space of consciousness.
Becoming invisible in order to become consciousness.
