This magical realm we call “the world” is a wild wonder beyond human reckoning! The mere appearance of anything at all is a perpetual mystery of pure awe and relentless astonishment!
These ever-shifting props that provide a sense of time and space are nothing but children’s toys the Great One juggles like batons in the air! How thrilling to directly realize that we ourselves are This!
The synchronous majesty of our infinitely expansive being is the perfect body of that Beautiful One, the One who is living us now, dreaming us now as the miracle we are.
Any rain-splashed leaf is nothing but another moistened kiss of Infinity. Every wandering breeze rustling trees — the amorous breath of our own Divinity. Every sigh, every breath, every beat of heart is an orchestrated choir of regal rapture. Every molecule of light amazes itself at its own inexplicable appearance.
This body standing here is nothing but the play of Love. This mind — an echo of a mystery fashioned out of beginning-less Love. We are that Love, and Love must love, for therein is revealed our perfect purpose.
Every blink and wink of our eyes is the grace-bestowing regard of the primordial Lover, through whose Glance all are blessed, healed, given and taken — all truly redeemed beyond any need for make-believe redemption.
The chains that seem to bind us here are merely our reluctance to forgive and let go of a non-existent past. No sad regret, no hopeful anticipation, everything just as it is – this moment!
There is one Presence, one Power, alive in all the universes. We are all unique projections of that living Divine Energy in which the myriad sentient personalities flash and frolic as dreamy thought forms dancing in the Heart/Mind of Source.
Drawn deeper into this stunning recognition, all universal nature herself becomes transparent as the manifestation of the fathomless womb of vast emptiness, delivering everyone and everything into pure light and more light still.
This understanding can yield a great relief of sufficiency and equanimity, regardless of how things may seem to unfold in the drama of consciousness and its alternating play of expansion and contraction.
Simply know that every motion, every breath, every thought and cessation of thought is none other than the intense enjoyment, the utter delight, the supreme pleasure of that very One looking out of our eyes now.
How could this natural clear-light radiance of our own original awake awareness be an object of pursuit? What kind of strategy would be needed to achieve what we always already are?