Of layers of light
Of sea and sky and sand and surf.
Rolling wave, crashing water.
Crushing wave, rushing water
Present moments — at Cogee Beach.
smile and touch your Joy
Joy dissolves to Equanimity
the Path and the Destination is the same
it’s simple, really
The wave contemplates the concept of Source and its perception of self. It looks and sees that it is made of the water. And within itself it sees the sunlight and the wind. It looks deeper and sees that earth and space is there too. The wave is related to the lake and the lake is related to the clouds and the rain, and the grass that grows and the animals that eat them. It is the raging river and the frozen arctic ice. The ice cube in the lemonade and the newborn kitten in the kitchen. And the whole earth, the galaxy and all the galaxies in the universe, and all the other universes; unfolding, expanding, Source experiencing itself.
The wave knows that she is wave or not-wave, and snow and mist and thunderous waterfall; sequentially and concurrently. In the present moment a wave is writing on snowflakes that became a tree, drinking a glacier sitting on a cloud in the milky way. And in the here and now a wave is breathing and knowing, and channelling reality.
Nowhere to be except here. Nothing to do except smile.
The mountain is a mountain is not a mountain is a mountain, winking in and out of existence, moment to moment in endless beginnings.
Yes, yes, I get it. I loose it. I get. I get that there is nothing to get. It just is. And I still loose it. Because there is still “I” and there’s “it”.
It is what is, what it is, is what we make out of it. Ups can be downs, bad can be good. Winking, winking, winking.
That which is awareness is greater than consciousness
That which is conscious is greater than mind
That which is mind is greater than mental formations
That which is mental formation is based on reaction
That which is reaction is based on perception
That which is perception is based on perspective
That which is perspective is limited
That which is limited is illusion
That which is Illusion is transformed by wisdom
That which is wisdom arises from awareness