The Burning Of The Sun

The Sun.

Is always burning.

Maybe it’s not obvious.

Where The Body is located right now.

But The Sun.

Is always burning.

The Happening Of The Body.

Is not separate from.

The Burning Of The Sun.

This is my Soul in the innermost heart, smaller than a grain of rice, a grain of barley or a grain of millet.

This is my Soul in the innermost heart, greater than the Earth, greater than the aerial space, greater than these worlds.

This Soul, this Self of mine is that Brahman.

— Chandogya Upanishad 3.14.3 – 3.14.4  ~600 BC

Somewhere

Somewhere.

A Star dies.

As Lightening strikes.

And a Thought arises.

Of Tomorrow’s Shopping Trip.

These Events don’t happen separately.

And there is nobody making them happen.