Saturday, September 19, 2015
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
I am floating. I reach out, grasp at my story, then let go. I am not moving. I am winding down. My subtle body is coming to rest.
I see my mind reaching, reaching... and let go.
Reaching.... let go.
I hear the divine voice of my Lord, the Gita that sings in my heart.
Krishna knows. He knows this place.
I have waited for you, He whispers.
Monday, September 14, 2015
I am extracting myself from the story of "my" life, from the places where I am still attached to the story, where I think the "little me" is affecting what is unfolding.
These stories aren't nearly as interesting to me anymore. It's a pull on me that is uncomfortable, now that there is freedom for me around these places.
I feel free. profoundly free, and calm. I need never "rev up" in life again. And this freedom unexpectedly opens me again to this play. I have a part and I still serve and protect.
I worship the play of God, a swirl of pure intelligence with no weight, no imprint as history.
N o w . N o w . N o w .