You can argue all you want for the existence of evil, and you can
choose, if you like, to make a cult of your woes. But there is really
nothing else for us to be made of but the goodness of God.
Our
atoms consist of subtle particles, which are made of even subtler
particles, but the subtlest particles of all are pulsations of divine
goodness, waves of Shivananada.
Creation arises from silence as a
divine song, from stillness as a divine dance, from the boundless space
of the Self in pulsations of bliss, quarks and photons of ananda,
vibrating in the blue sky of awareness that pervades each cell of your
flesh. Have you tasted this?
The Creator, remaining still and
silent, loves to undulate in waves of joy. Honor Shiva as the inviolable
space of your own awareness. Honor Goddess Shakti as the dance of
creation, which is no-thing but the pulsation of that space. They are
not two.
You are Shiva-Shakti. You are the wild messy fallen akimbo cosmos whirling in the stillness of the Self. Have you tasted this?
Dazed by our own fierce beauty and spice, we do not see, we do not taste our deliciousness.
This is why God allows us to break open and spill. It is when we break
open and spill that we taste and see what we are made of.
Don't be afraid to break open and spill.
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