Uradiance

PART 3 of a YouTube series on returning to the body. Let us return from our exile. We have banished ourselves to the false creation of the past and the future. Now we return to this moment, this body, this breath. All the light in the universe is born from an infinitesimal point of darkness at the center of your chest, where the exhalation dissolves and the next breath arises. It is an ancient secret... "Exhalation goes out, inhalation comes in. At the stillpoint where they merge, one enters the space from which Creation comes forth and into which it is absorbed. The supreme Goddess, whose nature is to create, constantly expresses herself as outbreath and inbreath. By resting awareness in the space of the heart, between the descending and ascending breaths, one experiences Bhairava, the source of creation."  ~Vijnana Bhairava 'Take No Thought For Tomorrow' - Part 1 LINK   'Take No Thought For Tomorrow' - Part 2 LINK

     You are not on earth to change this dream. You are here to awaken. Your first step contains all the others. A pilgrim arrives before the journey begins. This body is not a guesthouse but a sanctuary at the end of every path. Your bones are corridors that lead to heavenly places. Rest where you are. Perfect asanas arise from the spin of an atom. Momentum is the Mother. Why all this effort, friend?   Stars entangled in the shining blackness of your hair effuse the scent of midnight jasmine. Are you not the silent radiance you’ve been praying to?   Image: by Rashani Réa 

Everyone looks for a door. A door like Jesus, who is an opening in the shape of man. A lacuna between the worlds, like Mary, who is a wound in the shape of woman. Everyone looks for a portal leading to an empty chamber filled with secret palaces. We meet here while our bodies  are dreaming. We forget how much we need a gateway shaped like someone we can trust. Come, take the master's hand. Step through the hollow center  of the shadow  where  your last breath  has already gone. Meet Mira here, the poetess. Meet Rumi and the Magdalene, Mohammad and the Baal Shem Tov. Encounter the ancient Deer Priest, the Shaman who rattled your bones, changing your skeleton to a snake den. What century you came from doesn't matter. What religion your fathers gave you is the warm old Winter coat you put away in Spring. Come, meet Ishtar weeping as she looses and lets fall her seven garments of silence and self-aba...