God is not an out of body experience. Does this flower have to get out of its body to become divine radiance? Of course not. Creator-Spirit seeks an ordinary miraculous blossoming weed to express Herself in matter.
Mother Matter is God-Consciousness delighting in form. With what rapture does the Divine delight in your eyes, the curve of your lips, the roundness of your belly!
You can never be out of your body. The softest wave of your anatomy is the fabric of space itself. Do you have any edges? Does your body not enfold every stranger? All races and tribes co-mingle in the rivers of your blood. No one is excluded from the fireside gathering of your tribal heartbeat. You share 70% of your DNA with a fruit fly, 65% with a banana. Your nervous system entangles forests, deserts, mountains. Your pulse aligns the planets. Your breath turns the galaxy.
"Ano raniyan, mahato mahiyan" declares the Upanishad: "one atom of the smallest is greater than the greatest." A synapse between two neurons in your brain, flashing with this moment of awareness, condenses the energy of all the stars in Andromeda. In a single photon of your flesh, choir upon choir of heavenly beings stand ranked in shimmering fire, petals in a vast chrysanthemum.
As you fall asleep tonight, and as you wake in the morning, savor the rising and falling of your chest. It is the ocean of love.
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