Whatever is seen, however small it may be, is mere existence of consciousness.

Yad yad: whatever, whichever. There are no exceptions, no hierarchies. The most sublime samādhi and the most ordinary digestion are equally nothing but cit-sattā. Mātra —mere, only— is the reductive particle that denies any addition. It is not “consciousness plus form,” nor “consciousness plus matter.” It is cit-sattā, existence which is consciousness, without residue. This does not lead to contempt for the world; it leads to its samāveśa, its absorption. When everything is cit, everything is sacred, everything is pūjya, worthy of worship. There is no profane and sacred; there is only cit appearing in many ways. The sādhaka who has assimilated this no longer seeks “spiritual experiences.” Every experience is spiritual because every experience is a cit-vṛtti. The difference is not in the object; it is in the recognition. To see a teacup as cit-sattā-mātra is as “spiritual” as seeing brahman in deep meditation. In fact, it is the same seeing.