Uradiance

The 'highest path' is simply being natural. Every true Master has said, the nature of consciousness is to expand toward bliss, toward peace, in a most effortless way. There is more wisdom in the intuition of a honey bee than in all the concentration, self-control, and effort of the human intellect. Most of the chaos humans cause in the world comes from our need to control, through our own mental effort. This effort backfires and chaos is born from over-control. Religious fund amentalism is just one example of how chaos is born from an over-controlling mind. There will be a lot of chaos in 2016, and this will be a hopeful sign that human effort is backfiring. We will spring out of control, out of the old paradigm, into something wonderful and fresh: a life lived naturally, from the level of intuition, rather than the drudgery of intellectual effort. If you study the religious traditions of the West, you discover than the theologians highly d...

Analemma: The asymmetrical figure-8 made by the sun's position in the sky at a certain time of day measured from one location throughout the year. Nature is bored by symmetry, by straight lines, by right angles and perfect circles. They are imposed by our thoughts, which are extraneous to her dance. Nature loves the curve, the open knot, the graceful tangle of illusion, the mirage of past and future shimmering in empty Presence.

In the darkest place, the light is born. The mind is a busy inn. No room there for the birth of innocence. The weary pilgrim descends into a humbler, quieter place, nearer the fur and the feather. Animals know how to be still. That empty place beneath your breastbone is the womb of the Virgin. Her name is Silence.    Three kings kneel there to offer their gifts to the newborn light, who is your own Christ Consciousness. These kings are your three faculties of intellect, will, and memory. They kneel in the hay, baffled out of all thought. What gifts do they bring to you, Child?    They bring three talismans of power, talismans that every Child needs for the journey to enlightenment. They are not flaming swords or shields of invisibility, sandals for flight or helmets for seeing the future. Such mythic talismans pale in comparison to what you received at your birth as a human being.    You have worn these talismans so near to your body th...

"I will wound you for free." "But I want to pay for it." "This will cost you everything." "I have already given that." "Then give me your silence," Love said. So I renounced the mind and dove into the space between thoughts where I swam all night among moonbeams with creatures who glowed in namelessness. Just before dawn, Love severed off my crown with a scimitar of sweetness, a wave of stillness, mirage of emptiness, sword of the Prophet, forever slicing One in Two, for the sake of devotion. "Take that!" Love said. "Thank you!" cried Bewilderment, breaking the silence, opening the wound again. حوار “سوف أجرحكَ مجانا.” “لكنني أريد أن أدفع ثمن الجرح.” “سيكلفكَ ذلك كلَّ شيء.” “لقد أعطيتُ كل شيء من قبل.” “أعطني إذن صمتك.” قال الحب. فتخليت عن فكري وغصتُ في فضاء ما بين الأفكار حيث سبحت كل ليلة بين أشعة القمر مع مخلوقات تتوهج بلا أسماء. قبيل الفجر، اجتث الحب تاج رأسي بسيف من حلاوة، بم...

Happiness is energy, not thought. Happiness is not a state of mind, but Prana, the primordial bliss-energy of creation. We won't attain happiness by replacing one thought with another, by imagining, or by manipulating mental states. Neither will we attain happiness by performing "good deeds." Many people perform constant work yet remain unhappy and depressed; even though they are outwardly active, their inner energy is low. People with low prana are not healing to be with. Th e energy of happiness, the energy of prana, pours freely hroughout the universe. Wild animals and angels know how to breathe it in. When a creature of the forest is exhausted or sick, it knows how to curl up into a ball of fur, in soft green silence, to recharge with prana. Then it becomes wild and vital again. But humans ruin this natural process of graceful restoration, by trying to "do" it with their minds. If we want to receive healing or give healing, we...

If you truly taste the nectar of this Breath, you will need no other drink,  no other medicine, no other wealth, no other name for the Divine. There are billions of breathers, but only one Breath.   With your first inhalation, the infinite space of Love informed you. With your last exhalation, the infinite space of Love dissolves you. But this does not happen only at the beginning and the end: it happens now. With each Breath you are born, you die. With each Breath Love creates you, and welcomes you home.   Breathe Christ this morning. Breathe Buddha this morning. Drink the milk of the Breath of the Mother of God this morning. Here is the invitation of the Beloved, whatever name you call. Won't you join me in one infinite perfect Breath?

The first amphibian surfaced from a murky pond to gaze at the vast blue sky, briefly glimpsing the starry realms through which he would one day evolve to soar. So it is that, for those of us who spend countless lifetimes mired in thought, memory and desire, it is sheer delight to drop the mind and truly See, even for a brief moment. We can practice this one-moment-meditation often throughout the day. Just rest as the clear sky of Presence, without thinking. You did this as a little child, but were never rewarded for it. No one ever said, "Well done! That was a wonderful moment of Presence!" So you quit your natural meditation practice. Brief boundless wonder - freed from past, future, and the mind that creates them - recharges every cell of your body with eternal Being.

Kindness is nearly impossible when I generalize, when I abstract humanity into groups - by religion, nation, class, or ethnicity. But kindness is a miracle of simple joy when I meet humanity in one person: the person who happens to be right in front of me now. This person is not black or white, rich or poor, Muslim or Christian, Syrian or American. This person is simply Thou.

Just take care of consciousness and all will be well. Don't worry about your body. Don't worry about your thoughts. Don't worry about the stories you hear from far or near, the stories you hear from your own mind. Don't worry about your nation, your race, your religion. Don’t worry quite so much about your food, your water, your air… Just take care of consciousness. Not "your" consciousness. Don't worry about "your." Simply repose in the gorgeous primordial warmth of the un-created One who radiates pure kindness in the heart of all creatures, if they will only turn and see... Hug pure consciousness. Nourish the light of the Self. Let consciousness bathe in her own reflection. Feed consciousness her own nectar. You are the invisible sap. You are the seed and you are the soil. You are the sun of awakening, and you are the golden flower.

    “In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength." ~Isaiah 30:15 Love is not an action. Quite the contrary, Love always already is. We simply melt into the innate condition of Love when we refrain from doing what divides us. We think that we must do and do and do, but it is our doing that divides us into parties, clans, nations, religions. Love unites us not by doing, but by Being. When I allow my heart to flow back to the ocean of love, I find only Persons, not parties. And I see clearly that each Person is a wave of Love's ocean: unique at its peak yet, at its base, merged in every other wave. All our waves are made o f the same water. What is that water? Pure consciousness.  The water stirs itself into expression and arises as a Person. But in rising up with great enthusiasm the water not only becomes a wave, it leaps out of the sea and becomes a drop. For a brief moment, the drop separates itself f...

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." Actually, these words were not written by Plato. No one is sure who first wrote them. But they are worthy of our practice. People are stressed these days, and the stressed mind feeds on conflict, because it seeks its reflection in the world outside. A red Starbuck's cup becomes a cause for "the Christmas wars." One person says "black lives matter," another says "all lives matter," and people take sides. Why can't both statements be true? Why can't a cup be red? The stressed mind will see any situation as a conflict, when in reality it is just a situation. Could we possibly forgive people for being who they are? Including ourselves? Most of us, in fact, are doing the best we can. The stressed mind ascribes blame. If a person behaves incoherently, and makes a mistake, we want to ascribe motive. We want to take it personally. Our mind says, "That person did...

Whatever happens happens effortlessly, like a cloud forming in the sky. But until the happening, my mind creates a melodrama in which "I" play the role of do-er. "I" sustain the illusion of effort. It feels to "me" as if a great deal of work must be done. But when it occurs, the action occurs in its own time, as a flowering, a mystery. The mystery unfolds from deep silence, not from the chattering of the mind, with all its efforts and plans. The action cannot be called "my" action at all. In fact, even the "work" I did in the preparation was happening spontaneously in the present moment, without actual effort. This is good news. The good news is that all things happen effortlessly in the field of Grace. When the body hears this news, it breathes a sigh of recognition, and says, "Yes, that is how it feels. Please, just let me dissolve in the subatomic dance, the dance of dust and starlight, one continuum without separation. My bod...

There is no loss that is not an invitation to birth new space, no midnight that does not contain a star, no wound that will not see like an eye. Darkness hugs. Emptiness cleanses. Powerful medicine never tastes like candy. Art by Hildegard of Bingen, 11th C.

The beauty of chaos is the harmony of opposites. A creative mind welcomes contradictions. All the colors of the rainbow radiate from pure white light, and light is born in the womb of darkness.

  Chitt-akasha: literally, "conscious-space." Space is awake! Awakened space fills each atom, vibrates as gravity waves in the proton's heart, spills over the rim of the farthest galaxy into the void beyond creation, filling the darkness with Self-seeing... Chittakasha: the ever-expanding boundless space You Are, the space of your own pure awareness... Awakened space is not 'spacy'! 'Spaciness' comes from detachment, from separation of mind and body. But awakened space pervades every cell of your flesh, and every particle of dust. Awakened space is not just the vastness above, but the holy ground... Space is awake, witnessing the arising and dissolving of photons and stars in the same dimension of eternal bliss... Space is awake, witnessing your dreams, witnessing your body even as it sleeps, witnessing the feathery brush of the faintest breath... Even your death and your birth are enfolded in the limitless sa...

"Old things have passed away. Behold, all things have become new." ~2 Corinthians 5:17 The most liberating political revelation is the discovery that we don't need to protest or resist the old paradigm. That struggle only polarizes, separates, and generates negative energy. Negative energy is that which makes us smaller. We are not called to protest and resist because the old paradigm is burning itself down. We don't need to help it. We are called instead to begin rising right now from those ashes. Rise and manifest the new energy, vibrating abundance and unity in the present moment. The new energy values personhood above ideology. It does not superimpose concepts on the living miracle of Presence. Dualistic concepts such as 'white' or 'black,' 'capitalist' or 'socialist,' 'foreign' or 'native,' 'spiritual' or 'material,' only exist in the gray ghostly p...

The energy flows down, not up. Haven't we always been taught by our religious traditions to seek what is "above"? That was then, this is now. Now we flow down. Our breath invites the stars, with all the intergalactic space that enfolds them, down into this body, so that the sky can make love to the ground. We are not here to transcend Matter, but to impregnate earth with the breath of the Spirit, infusing the energy of Mother Shakti with the consciousness of Lord Shiva, so they may dance as one, the formless in form. This is true in-form-ation. Each inhalation fills us with the sky. Each exhalation pours stars into the mother-ground. Your body is the bridge between Heaven and Earth. Your breath is the life-line between Creator and Creation. Honor your body. Honor each breath.

  In the trough between two heartbeats is boundless wealth, abundant healing, and perfect unity. The space between out-breath and in-breath is where stars and galaxies are born. The stillness whence the cosmos arises is nearer than the mind, humbly folded in the sacred rhythms of our body, where breath caresses breath, and one chamber of the heart pours love into the other. When you let go of worry, gossip, mental chatter, and sink into the sacred well of silence here, beneath your breastbone, you honor the Sabbath; you regenerate the world. This morning, even for a little while, repose in who you are. Painting: Shabbat Queen by Elena Kotliarker

It is the way we learn to carry the secret pain we have each been given, not the way we try to get rid of it... the way we learn to embrace, and in embracing, to transform the secret pain we have each been given, not the way we attempt to deny it... the way we learn to honor the secret pain we have each been given, not the way we blame it on others... that determines our capacity for Joy.

"Existence is bliss." ~Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Just to Exist is a miracle! We can savor and see the miracle of Existence, not with the faculty of taste or sight, but with the faculty of pure awareness. We wake to the miracle of Existence each morning, we bathe in the miracle all day, and we fall into the miracle when we sleep, yet we don't notice the diamond transparency of the all-embracing hug of Divine Mother. Like the fish taking the sea for granted, we seldom appreciate the wealth in which we are immersed. We don't see That because we are That. The miracle is not just the soul, it is the body. Existence pervades each cell of my flesh, and fills each atom with the boundless space that contains the stars. There is nothing esoteric about "enlightenment." Esoteric means "hidden." But enlightenment is just the opposite of esoteric. Enlightenment perceives the miracle of pure Existence as the most concrete rea...

That which was in the beginning, that from which the universe sprang, that which is most ancient and primordial, bubbles up from the hollow core of the present moment. To taste, to feel, to become intoxicated by this vintage while incarnate in the body, is why we are here. Those whose transcendental goal is to abandon this corporeal form merely postpone their destiny. We come back into these hands and feet, this tongue, these eyes again and again, not to do penance or be tested by temptation, nor to "overcome" the flesh, but to embody infinite joy, and press out the nectar of love. Darkness nurtures this work of incarnation as surely as light... Look around you. Scent all-pervading possibility. Touch the living creature by your side and pour your sparkling wine into the night.   Drink to your health. Drink it all. You are not traveling any path. You are dancing in the palace.   Art by Andrew Gonzalez

It saddens me to see a Crazy Good Luck Bodhisattva  capitalizing on his Gift, his Wonder-spark, taking enlightenment public on the Dow-Jones, marketing awareness, as if the pure white light of the Void were a commodity, or an SAT score. Enlightenment is the sister of Spontaneity, and cannot be cultivated. God is unprogrammed. The Grace-happening will not be systematized. It is like selling the sea in bottles. In a bottle, it is not the sea. Absurd and gawky as a dandelion, Buddha blossoms from the ground of Silence, fertilized by the dung of bliss-energy deposited by an untamed Presence who wanders up and down the food chain like a hungry lion. No effort of intellect can capture the Tathagata. Names and labels only cage the past, but the foolishness of Now is wild. When the mind attempts to understand suchness, Love evaporates. All that remains is the authority of thought. But all authority is illusion, and thought is a ghost. There is only God's crazy amazement, ...

Every raindrop a gift from the earth, lifted and blessed by the sun....

Above all, the world needs passionate people: not people who are passionate about this political cause or that religious teaching, this candidate or that guru, this project or that movement, but passionate about Being, about Awakening, about this very Breath, this miraculous gaze into the eyes of a Friend. The only power that will not fade, will not be exhausted or shadowed by doubt, is passion for Presence itself. It is the Serpent Fire in your spine, the Beloved in your heart, the Dancer who whirls a double helix of stars out of your silence. This is the passion that will transform the earth.

One way to perform great Seva, great service to humanity, is to be happy right now for no reason, and smile authentically from your heart.

Life is easy and full of sweetness. Life is hard and full of bitter pain. Both statements are perfectly true, and we make them simultaneously with integrity. When we embrace this paradox in every cell of our body, with no resistance, then our life is liberated, and full of grace. Our experience is sweet, and our experience is bitter, but there is no conflict, no choice. Sweet and bitter are waves of the same energy. We cannot taste grace as long as we seek the light and flee from the dark, cling to the sweet and reject the bitter. Grace only vibrates when life is undivided. Grace only hugs wholeness.

People perform good deeds in order to get good feelings, or to avoid bad ones, like guilt. So it is all for the sake of the Self. There's nothing wrong with this. Just accept it for what it is, and don't pretend. Occasionally, in the spontaneity of the present moment, one finds a need, and true loving-kindness arises. There is no intention to perform an act of "charity," no plan to engage in a "service project"; simply the spontaneous arising of compassionate action. This is actual love, "agape." There is no do-er. It is the action described by Jesus when he says, "Giving alms to the poor, don't let your left hand know what your right hand is doing." It is the action described by Buddha in the Sutras: "When a Bodhisattva performs an act of charity, he has no intention to be charitable, and no concept of 'charity.'" In such a do-er-less act of love, you will serve another creature with infinite care and devotio...

A healing stillness enfolds the deepest pain, the deepest anxiety, very softly. This gentle encompassing is not a product of the mind, a belief, or a technique. It is the fruit of surrender. The New Testament calls this breath of presence the "Comforter." We may call the Comforter "He" or "She," since She is infinitely nearer than "it." The Comforter is always already inside us. We don't need to invoke Her. We may not immediately feel the Comforter in the midst of turmoil, because She is even more intimate than our pain. We may not see the Comforter, because She is the seer. If we cannot find the Comforter, it is because we are looking in the wrong place. To look any further than the one who is looking, is looking too far. The Comforter is your very awareness, when crystal clear. You may feel clouds of anxiety, but you are not the clouds. You are the space where they arise and dissolve. The nature of tha...

If someone starts talking about 'higher states' or 'enlightenment experiences,' feel sorry for them. Their 'spiritual path' is likely rooted in discontent, in a flight from the ordinary. They may never find the magic they seek, because only in the ordinary do miracles of wonder happen. Only in the ordinary does Grace flow, fall, and settle into incarnation. Every Autumn leaf is a sacrament of the ordinary, and just to breathe is worship. Throughout the Catholic liturgical year, there are high feasts and saint's days, but the greater part of the year is calle d the 'Ordinary of the Seasons,' or simply 'Ordinary Time.' Many chants and praises in the Latin heritage celebrate the Ordinary. The liturgical color for the Ordinary is green.... Ordinary Time is the time when we perceive miracles. The veil between the worlds thins down to sudden mushrooms, dewy webs, silken threads of nature's quietest breath. Let us ...

Seeing the world without seeing the seer, is bondage. Seeing the seer is meditation. Seeing the seer while seeing the world, is liberation. This is the essence of Yoga.

"Tyger Tyger, burning bright   in the forests of the night;   What immortal hand or eye   could frame thy fearful symmetry?"   ~William Blake ANGER is very useful as energy in the present moment. But trapped in the mind as a story about the past or an intention for the future, anger is toxic. If we de-link the anger from mental images of past and future, feeling it directly in the body, we are energized for creativity. We are so much more powerful when we use anger to be creative, rather than critical.

When do we finally accept that our fear, anger, and anxiety about the world serve no positive purpose, neither uplifting nor healing a single being? We are not here for fear, anger, and anxiety. We are here for Beauty. If Beauty stills and stuns our mind, even for a moment, that Beauty must irradiate every atom in creation. Spend a few moments in Beauty every day. She is all around you: in the fur of a cat, in the last garden rose, in the eye of a child, in the fading light o f an evening cloud. Yet these are just reflections of the actual Beauty that vibrates in the core of your heart. Here inside you is the silent pulse of transcendental Beauty, lending its tincture to all that is beautiful: the un-created divine Radiance through whose Beauty we recognize the shadow of beauty in creatures. If not for your own sake, then for the sake of the earth, take a moment to taste and see some small beauty. And from that external image, sink to the source of Beauty i...

Religious beliefs are ruining the earth, and robbing our most essential civil liberties. Now the invitation is offered to give up believing in God, so that we might experience God. The mind that is emptied of every belief descends into the heart, to taste the boundless luminosity of divine love. Love depends no more on a belief than the clarity of the sky depends on a cloud. Took this picture of the clouds over my village on a late summer walk. Some clouds sweet, some heavy, all dissolve. Sky remains...

It is more important to be myself than to be spiritual. Those who are very spiritual, but make war on themselves, cause great stress in the world. If I am against myself in order to become a better person, dividing myself into a 'higher' and 'lower' self to do interior combat, I may call it 'self discipline,' I may be a good Christian soldier, a good Jihadist, a good Yogi, a good Pacifist, a good political activist - but I will inevitably project my inner conflict onto others. The world is not healed by my improvement, it is healed by my embrace. Be a wounded lion in the forest, licking and healing your furry gashes. Honor your flesh. Be not a soul and a body, but a whole field of self-nourishing energy. The Comforter enfolds you as You. The forest heals you, and you heal the forest.

W hen I am unhappy , it is easier to dissolve the I than the unhappiness. When I dissolve, the cloud of the world has nothing to cling to. I evaporate into clear space. In this sky, who cares if clouds come and go? Who cares if whole lifetimes, whole worlds come and go? Ashtavakra says, " Layam vraja : dissolve now!" How then do I dissolve? Begin by accepting that these clouds of unhappiness aren't really mine . They belong to the world. So often I imagine that my unhappiness is a private angst: but it is the world's sorrow that I feel, a great darkness around me that is not truly my own property. When anxiety brings me to my knees, it is a moment of grace. Why? Because mind gives up and sinks into the heart. There, in that deep well, I drop all my worries, because I drop the I. Then there is surrender to a Presence that is always right here, in the midst of doubt or fear. This depth, this very space of nothing at all, becomes alive with spar...

The night behind your eyes is illuminated with countless stars, whether you sleep, or dream, or wake. The breathless wonder of this vast inner sky exists before time, has no boundary, never begins and never ends. The radiant emptiness of perfect bliss is available before you even have the thought of "I." In fact, this thought of "I" is the only illusion overshadowing the Truth, just as the reflection of a fiery red rose overshadows the unfathomable clarity of the mirror in which you be hold it. The bounteous joy of your essence is so immediate, so free from thought, all that stands between you and this Grace is the search for it. Drop the search. One could quote the Psalm and say, "Be still, and know that I AM God." But even this implies that there is something to do, something to know, something to find. You already ARE the stillness, you ARE the source of knowing, you ARE the "AM" from whom both "I" and...

                                   "Beauty is a light in the heart." ~Kalil Gibran In Kali Yuga, the most demented souls incarnate to work out their karma through violence, while the most enlightened souls incarnate to reach liberation through surrender. In no age is the negativity so great. In no age is the outpouring of Grace so overwhelming. In the age of Kali, our attempts at economic, judicial or cultural reform feel futile. The chaos is too extreme. "Progress" in Kali Yuga is not measured by the degree of political change, but by the depths of the heart's surrender. This does not mean that we don't work for change. It means that we do the work that is ours with a heart free from fear and attachment to outcome. This age plunges us into disharmony, caused by the extreme polarization of opposites. Yet it is p...

There is an unmapped wilderness in your heart that the intellect can never find. The intellect only wants to remain in boundaries, definitions, civilized properties deeded and owned: mine and yours. But to enter the heart is to get lost in the intimacy of the Unknown. Follow Lao'tzu there, not by looking for the Master's path, but by plunging into your own green undergrowth, where there is no path at all. Leave the empire where you never were, and come to the forest where you already are. God has no name. She is the wild green spirit of the heart.

Deep pain in my heart tonight. America needs a new concept of justice, one that does not entail getting back, getting even, or getting revenge. Let justice be consumed in compassion. Every person, black or white, Christian or Muslim, rich or poor, is equally and incomparably precious in the eyes of the Divine. Because our souls, in fact, are made of the very light through which God sees.

Desire is never fulfilled, because as soon as fulfillment comes, the mind is already off on another desire. Better to surrender awareness to the place in the heart where desire is fulfilled before it arises. This is Sahaj Samadhi. And better yet, to be filled with overflowing gratitude at the sheer diamond radiance of Existence itself, no matter what arises or dissolves within it.

"Give up all other dharmas, all other paths, and simply surrender to Me..." ~Bhagavad Gita, 18:66 Just assume that everyone is more spiritual than you, everyone has a purer, more vegan GMO-free diet, everyone is one-up on you in political correctness, with a far more impeccable resume of service projects to the needy...Then fall on the earth in surrender, totally relaxed in the knowledge that you are irredeemably hopeless, more lowly than a blade of grass, and be the happiest of creatures! For God has no choice but to cradle you in Her breast. In Kali Yuga, surrender is the pathless way. All other paths are like climbing a stairway of flames.

Jesus was and is a human soul of supreme beauty, who with his consort and feminine energy, Mary Magdalene, reflected the celestial relationship of Krishna and Radha, the eternal lovers who play as Two within the Unity of Absolute Being. The generation of all the energy in creation comes from their lila, their love play. And when we meet the Beloved in the nuptial garden between two breaths, deep in our own heart, we recapitulate this timeless play of Radha Krishna, Christ and Mary, illuminating the earth and raising its vibration. This is the work of divine love.

The next time you hold a glass of water, before you drink the water, speak gently to the water in friendship. Walk through the door of each water molecule. Let the breath of your prayer pass through every atom of water into the Water Spirit. The Spirit of Water will hear your prayer and feel your sincerity. 'Thank you, Water. Please return to me. Forgive me. I love you.' Photo: Christina Coffman praying for rain in the North West, where over 300 major fires are ravaging Washington State.

I thought we'd gotten over this. I still hear people dismiss meditation as "thinking about nothing," or "trying to make the mind a blank." "Thinking about nothing" is not the condition of No-Thought, which is transcendental awareness, the dynamic radiance of the Void, whence every particle in the universe arises. "Making the mind a blank" is fruitless, because a blank mind is still the mind. Real meditation means going beyond the mind, and diving deep into the sparkling source of energy which creates both mind and body. Thinking of nothing and making the mind a blank only produce dullness and inertia. But the sign of meditation is an invigorated body, a purified nervous system, a heart bathed in bliss consciousness. Transcending the mind is not negating the mind, but refreshing the mind at its source. After the stillness of meditation, intellect returns to activity clear, refreshed, and serene. I offer th...

As you fall asleep tonight, take a break from saving the world. With your radiant mind, kiss your eyelids gently shut, then follow your breath to the glow that flowers beneath your breastbone. Rest your mind on the pillow of your heart. Now feel the Lord of Creation enfolding your body in the petals of an emerald lotus. Sink into the hum of silence at the center, a quietness deeper inside you than your own name. Drown in the green depths of the heart's space, and know that this primal repose in your Self is the seed of all other affections. Your love is one and the same as God's love for you. Don't think for one moment that this is imagination. All else is imagination.