Uradiance

Some create a world out of fear and anger. Some create a world out of beauty and amazement. Where do these worlds touch? Where do they intersect? In a dumpster behind the bistro? In a patch of daffodils at the cemetery? In the eye of a homeless kitten crossing the subway tracks? No, friend, these worlds do not commingle at all. They exist in the same space, yet as two different presences,  in opposite galaxies of energy.  Was the wasted food called "garbage," or was it shared? Did you plant a flower of trust in the corpse of your ancestor? As the feral feline gazed at you, did it burn a hole through your pupil, revealing the eye of the Goddess? Everywhere you walk, let the ruins of outrage dissolve into gardens of hope. Give up your story of shame, stand before me in your wild and perfect body of light.  I will give up my story of judgment, and stand before you  in my body  of sparkling darkness . We will breathe the same rainbow. Image: 'Wall Street" by Andree ...

“There is strength in gentleness… gentler, gentler, so gentle  it hardly has any  substance, this breath of Silence. Then it  is infinitely powerful, infinitely creative.”  ~Maharishi Mahesh Yogi That path is best whose first breath is all you'll ever need, the stream of wonder that creates the world, whirls the moon and puffs the stars like milkweed over a bee-wildered meadow. Now it is midnight. Stay awake. This is when the Goddess comes, so lovely, almost naked, draped in the silver veil of your inhalation. The veil drops away. You rest in her trembling presence. Darkness, prayer, longing,  one flowing nectar that drips down your backbone. Use that flowing to polish your heart.

What if there's no such thing as 'enlightenment,' other than the world  as it is, and every atom of dust is already 'spiritual,' overflowing with  the light of the Good?