|Radha Krishna ~ a divine love|
Every moment, I feel my mind, my ego shirk as a little more of me is pulled away. Another tiny rent in my attachment to the play becomes another little in-rush of freedom, spinning stars and stardust on timeless breath.
Kriyas and spontaneous meditation. Head falling forward.
So often the shakti of "Chidvilasananda" visiting me as the ashram. I hear the silence there, see the golden gleam of low light on the spotless floors, feel the close mantle of love and protection about me.
I belong "there." "There" belongs to me.
I play the mantra always, very quietly when I'm asleep. I repeat the mantra until I am floating on the bliss.
I am undone from within. I feel limp, very tired. I shuffle backwards when something grabs my attention. I do not surge forward. The anxiety I usually keep under control is flowing around freely. It hurts but I experience it as consciousness being released.
I control nothing. I experience it all as coming to a single-pointedness of bliss and equipoise.
|Radha Krishna ~ a spiritual love|