Quiet mind.

Noisy mind.

Mind.

Life.

 

What Is.

In all of its wonderful and terrible.

What Isness.

 

You are like that first ray of sunlight.

You are like the stars piercing the night sky.

You are like The Moon rising above the desert.

You are like the wind through the old trees.

Of the ancient forest.

You are so loved.

Loved beyond your wildest imagination.

You are.

 

Just stay in bed.

For a few more minutes.

And wait for the next impulse.

The next urge.

Where did it come from?

Who made it happen?

How did it happen?

 

 

I called God’s name.

And there was Silence.

I called it again.

And the entire Universe answered.

 

There’s no me.

And there’s no you.

There’s only Life happening.

So take my hand.

I’ll pull you close.

And let’s dance.

 

 

When I look out to sea.

I see waves.

Big beautiful waves.

Frothy white foam.

Crystal clear, sapphire coloured water.

When I look out to sea.

I see the ocean.

–

When I look at you.

I see you.

Beautiful you.

Sparkling eyes.

A gentle smile on soft, moist lips.

When I look at you.

I see Life.

–

For Carina.

 

 

That’s not a Tree.

It’s Brahman.

That’s not a Bird.

It’s Brahman.

That’s not a Flower.

It’s Brahman.

That’s not a Human Being.

It’s Brahman.

Brahman alone is.

 

 

Embraced.

Held.

Supported.

Loved.

Unconditionally.

Always.

“The Wonkatania was on a track in the chocolate river, but the actor playing the Oompa Loompa at the helm thought he was actually steering it. For the sake of believability, director Mel Stuart didn’t tell him the truth.”

Maybe we are like Oompa Loompas.

On boats.

On tracks.