It has been extremely cold at night, but this morning the sky’s mind is clear, empty and colored in tender blue. The suns inner explosiveness is aggressively cutting sever patterns of shimmering light out of the world of dark shadows. The excitation of newness is everywhere. Man, for the most part slumbers in the shadows of problems, his inner moral issues and isolated vanity of winning and loosing, fears and resentments. Even the saint is bored to lethargy with his or her resistances against life’s hearty lustfulness. The Sprit of ALL THERE IS is forever young and is dancing and singing in and out of myriads of worlds seen or unseen. Saint or sinner you cannot flatter or condemn anything in the light of ALL THERE IS. You can only be still and surrender to the sacred absolute value that you and I and everything is and always will be.
1 comment:
Post a Comment