Saturday, December 23, 2017

God loves my journey

I try so hard to reach perfection, and it crumbles as easily as it is formed. My life is a big cycle of change.

I thought I should 'go around' life's obstacles to achieve the ultimate union.

Now I am starting to think that God as me right now is His pleasure, to continue from where I am, in whatever way I do, on my journey to God.

God loves my journey.

Sunday, December 10, 2017


The less I try, the less I fill in, the more empty I become.... the greater the space for God.

The layers of "me" are melting away.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Stars wheeled

It doesn't matter what I do.

What a radical. What a subversive.

Lord Krishna is the OG anarchist.

Follow your dharma. It's something to do. So the karmas stop.

He whispered this in my ear once. No words..... just His breath. His state.

Stars wheeled.

Monday, December 4, 2017

Making things up

Whatever I notice. Whenever I am watching. My mind is deciding.

Whenever I am thinking, I am making things up.

Stop thinking.

Without a ripple

Screen cap from Natural Phenomenon Ambient Mix by Fluidified ~ permission pending

Obviously the truth is what's so. 
Not so obviously, it is also so what. 
~ Werner Erhard

I once thought that everything meant something.

The most essential belief, the most essential reason for all of my being and doing.

Now. Things just are. I let them be. I am still, with soft eyes. I have become a place, a moment... at my Guru's feet.

I let it all be.

I once strode forth each day to dance with all this, trying to use it to get somewhere. A formula. A trade off. Trade this for that and get ahead. Augment any feelings of meaning and spiritual progress. Try to hold on.

Disappointment when it all dissolves again. 

Collect the karmas. Start again at the first part of the cycle, where hope springs eternal.

I watch myself. I see my body now. It is temporary. Body and mind I flow as shakti formed. I am part of the play unfolding. I once thought that I was doing it, that all this was happening to me. 

Now. I am perfectly still, with eyes that expand with the rushing heavens, falling into Her without a ripple.

Things just are. I let them be.

Photo: public domain

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Touch it

A river of grace flows to me. Touch it. It is real, it is all around me, through me.

She is the where, here. The moment, now.

Touch it. All around.

A river of grace flows to me.

Touch it.

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