No Upper Story

We are not two-story beings, with a ground floor and an upper story. We live on the ground floor of this body and it is the only story. Notice where the heart is. The heart is in the center of the body. The heart is not on top of the body or above the body, but at the center.

When the mind rests in the heart, there is no need to conceive of any other story. There is no above or below: only the radiance of sat-chit-ananda, transcendent being, awareness, bliss, immanent in each particle of the body. And this radiance we call God, yet God's glory shines from the sacred heart of your flesh.

The glory of God incarnate has no boundaries. The glory of God incarnate, as You, irradiates other hearts, pervades trees, pebbles, earthworms, mountain, sky, moon and stars. This glory is the light of the sun, yet it rises in your chest. Every sparrow know this and sings about it.

Your inner radiance has no edges. You are a cosmic being. You are dust in a sunbeam. You fill the space beyond the farthest galaxy, and yet a starry supernova pulsates in each proton of your little toe. The Milky Way marrows your bones. Your uncreated vastness dissolves all distances.

Pain is a stream of electrons flowing through a synapse between two neurons in your brain. Pleasure is a stream of electrons flowing through a synapse between two neurons in your brain. Every electron is the whole sun dissolving into bliss. If you are fully human, fully incarnate, you are at Om in this body. You are foolish and wise and couragous and vulnerable enough to hug each electron of youself, without naming it "pain" or "pleasure."

You don't need another story. No one lives upstairs. Everyone lives down here. Each breath leads you to the palace of this moment.