Like Brideshead revisited we must sometimes return to Oneness again and again and again, as the sacred and profane move together within our knowing.
Sometimes Oneness chooses to view itself as separate for a lifetime, delighting in magnificent appearances of personality sparkled with delight, sadness, preferences for strawberries or potato salad.
Sometimes we humans understand Oneness on a physical level first. We gaze out at the world and, oh! yes! we see, very clearly, that there is no separation. It’s all awareness, isn’t it? It’s all One. We see, we feel, we know.
Sometimes we crazy human creatures understand Oneness with our hearts first. We feel love as a field, a wild delightful field and we recognize, oh yes, we recognize, don’t we? that it’s all a field of Love and only apparent reality could divide the love into parts and think itself separate.
Sometimes we zany humans understand Oneness first with our thoughts, our minds, our heads. Oh yes! We get it! We know what this means, we understand, we grok it, oh yes, we can put together the puzzle pieces of existence and know that the words of non-duality are true, true, true.
Whichever way we get it, whichever way we meet the Oneness which we are, all the other parts must feel it, too, before we’re able to LIVE the enlightenment which exists at the base of who we are, which is never separate from us.
An occasional soul will realize this all in an instant. It will penetrate fully in the sacred Now, and that’s that.
But many need time (or what looks like time) to bring it all together, to knit the sweater of our existence into something whole, something One.
Gratitude usually looks like the yarn meshed together.
Gratitude looks like our eyes meeting for the first time, realizing we only dreamed our separate selves.
Gratitude looks like the laughter which spills out.
Gratitude looks like you and me, revisited, as two halves of the same coin.