Being Human

This brave new world expressing vitality. Those souls knowing their wakeful steps, carry on in natural rhythm. The resonance is palpable between beings, met only with blank stares by faceless ghosts. Spirit soars, dancing higher, invulnerable to the truth of the highest. Those sacrificial bodies know only surrender to the flows, conscious or unconscious. The animating force untouched by its mother. Nothing to be forgiven, only true acceptance knows the totality of all this. Equanimous nights followed by days of amnesia. Everything changes. Nothing changes. We are still the mirrors of each other in essence. Nothing more, nothing less.

Grace

Nothing to try here,

Or to strain, or stress, or tense.

Fret, frown or repent.

Just the empty, silky sensation of divine grace flowing effortlessly without restriction coming from any sense of individuality, separateness or personhood. All activities of the mind seen as a play, held in the attention only for the moment they arise and then pass away in their own perfection. As all holding is seen in the boundless, containerless, unlocatable, timeless and spacious awareness of your one primordial Being.

The Big Cedar Tree

Today a big cedar tree came down. It held the south shield powerfully for an entire family. With its absence sorrow filled the air, unresolved with ancestral grief. What did it hold for this family? Was it protection, was it privacy, was it shade, was it dominance, was it hierarchy, was it darkness, was it avoidance? The sun shines brightly now reaching the family. What will come of these changes? How much can the absence of a tree allow for the potential to grow? All of this will be revealed.