december 11, 2018

Young Krishna

The mind-body is the universe.

While any thought creates a big bang, drawing consciousness out into endless manifestation, into form, even “just” the form of etherial thought, the black hole of pain in the center of the chest demands consciousness’ inevitable return. That gravity of love will pull and pull, call endlessly, until the form of our identity recalls its source and surrenders back into it.

Expand, contract. Create, destroy. Forget, remember. And so goes the dance of the limited perception of consciousness in each seemingly-separate vessel. The paradoxes fuse as the dance stops and the purest presence is unveiled.

The purest presence unveiled. This is the “I” am. This is who “we” are.