Alas... our little civilization is coming to end. My representative leader in the United States of Amnesia is a paper mache parody of the worst aspects of what a human being should be…. (but he is me & I am he… we mirror & feed each the other). So Be It. The world of the ten thousand things … the world of suffering…. the world of samsara abides. & yet…. & yet…. this summer I floated on the deep, black, cool, liquid quick-silver of a northern lake in the evening as the great fiery sun slid behind the black spruce. LIGHT. LIGHT. LIGHT. All around. There are moments so overwhelmingly beautiful it feels like my heart is about to burst from my very being with joy & gratitude. There are no words to describe the majesty of those moments. The loons were suddenly silent….waiting for the moon to float violet from the eastern horizon to resume their eerie symphony of calls & echoes. You & I have both been there…. again… & again…. the Creation is quiet & certain in its relentless sustaining flow & flowering of bottomless perfection…. I forget… but I no longer doubt. Hold moments of perfection in your heart… in the palm of your hand… & then breathe it in & then...out…. I am at ease in the seat of my being… in the current of my becoming…
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