Never Mind
When I see the world through my mind, I superimpose "meaning" on everything: categories, labels, comparisons, values. I measure one creature against another. I layer the gray map of my thoughts on the ineffable green earth. But when I dare to behold the mysterious glory of What Is through the Eye of the Heart, this chatter of naming and labeling ceases. My restless mind no longer divides past from presence, inner from outer, the miraculous from the ordinary. The Eye of the Heart is a diamond lens of silence, where double vision ceases. There is no separation, yet each creature radiates sovereign uniqueness. Not one is "like" another. What happens in this clarity where nothing symbolizes, nothing means? All is as it is, beyond confusion, shining with ineluctable suchness. I am simply as I Am, with no noun after the verb "to be." And every creature I meet, even a worm or a pebble, is Thou. What happens? A new earth. To behold the world as the radian...