This moment is magical, the one you are experiencing right now, and every other moment too, utterly magical. Yet existence is so easily taken for granted, it is after all, the way that it is. But the reason why existence exists is not obvious, and that is OK. It's an incredible mystery, and that is part of the process.
We don't need to say "It's God" or "It's random" or "It's something else", as though that would explain it; it doesn't explain anything. Anyway, connecting with it is so much more fun. Feel the life force flowing through you as though you are alive, as though it is alive, as though the whole thing is alive.
There is - or may be - no kingdom of heaven anywhere else. It is a right here, right now kind of thing. You are in it, I am in it, we are all here.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Shooting match
And then there is, or rather here is, something absolutely amazing, and that is being. Just being, nothing more, it is enough, for it contains everything, it is everything and nothing more need be sought. It's the whole shooting match, dancing with itself until the end of time.
There is also this sense of something else, something beyond, something inside, and it can be tasted or at least sensed, and it is IT too, and it lacks nothing either. It is irridescent, it is life, it is just so.
And if it could speak, and it can, if it could speak it would say it's OK, it's happening, let it be. Sooner or later we will stop struggling and flow with something altogether greater. And then we will forget and then we will remember and then we will forget again. And this is life recognizing itself. We will love it, and it is love. Altogether a little bit dizzying.
There is also this sense of something else, something beyond, something inside, and it can be tasted or at least sensed, and it is IT too, and it lacks nothing either. It is irridescent, it is life, it is just so.
And if it could speak, and it can, if it could speak it would say it's OK, it's happening, let it be. Sooner or later we will stop struggling and flow with something altogether greater. And then we will forget and then we will remember and then we will forget again. And this is life recognizing itself. We will love it, and it is love. Altogether a little bit dizzying.
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