This morning I simply want to say–it’s possible.
It’s possible to find one’s way to feeling home within the body, the alive rippling skin, the spinning planet.
I really don’t have anything to say about non-duality or Oneness or awareness.
Simply that it’s possible to follow the Yellow Brick Road back to ourselves.
Is it a paradise free from pain and fear and despair when one knocks upon the doorway of home, as the mind sometimes dreams?
I wouldn’t say that. It’s more like the journey home supplies the tools to move toward contractions, toward rampant emotions and untrue thoughts. It supplies a recognition of encompassing cravings, compulsions, addictions, anger, nervousness, anxiety and frustration.
Does one reach home and finish, never leaving the house to venture forth again? I think not. Reaching home perhaps means the small enclosed house disappears, leaving instead the wide world as one’s abode. What in the world would one shut out? The sun? The plump moon? The sideways snow? The negative rant? Aren’t they all the Self?
I learn something new each moment. A new realization, an alternate view, a heart breaking open even wider into love’s eminent domain.
So even as contractions continue to arise–let’s say you find yourself reaching for a cookie when you’re not hungry–and inquiry continues to question with exquisite attention, “Hey, do I really want that cookie? Is it true?”–beneath and betwixt and between lies this field of exquisite peace.
It truly feels like a peace that passeth all understanding. It’s the peace which shines as our birthright. Which is always here, always within/without even as the world continues to birth and dissolve, come together and fall apart.
Peace is what we are, if we want to tell a story that feels like direct experience. Beneath and surrounding the storyteller sings this.
It’s funny. The mind can recognize this as truth, but it often seems to take time for the truth to sink into contractions, unconscious patterns, bone and gristle, atom and electron. It’s one thing for the mind to understand–another thing entirely for the actions to reflect the empty inner mirror with the fullness of response.
The peace in me bows to the peace in you. Loving this life so much, as the peace gently holds the ten thousand arisings and disappearings.