It's time to finish up...
I am in a place where my head is not turned by spiritual experiences. I notice them, and I know it is my guru's shakti, so I thank her inside.
I am almost at the place just now... where contracted or expanded consciousness is the same. It is consciousness. All of this... It is an illusion to think that what I am is here in this play, except as the play itself, which is Shiva.
There is no work, except seeing. There is no attainment, except knowing. And yet, I am at last unsure as to what any moment means, undoing the compensations of adulthood.
It is a sweet little curl of consciousness which flows up from inside, encircling my heart, as I feel it swell...
It's time to finish up, to begin the farewells.
I feel like a long lost relative who's path at last winds towards home, there several ridges distant and closer each moment.
I am saying farewell to this place. Perhaps there will be more farewells later. I am not concerned with timing.
Still... it is time to finish up.
It only ends once.