Uradiance

Friend, no need to cling to the petals. You are the jewel at the center of the blossom. Your integrity outshines the world around you, as the sun outshines a thousand candles. You are more magnificent than any experience you could ever have. There is no object more beautiful than the subject who perceives it. Repose in the divinity of your own awareness. Then breathe your beauty into the world.

Why do our colleges teach astronomy, physiology, and earth science as separate disciplines? This human body is filled with stars and embedded in a sacred garden. Healing practice in the body is healing agriculture in the field. This body does not hear the music of the spheres: it is the music of the spheres. The body holds heavenly worlds in the womb, belly, heart, throat, brow and crown. Archangels descend on the stairway of the spine. The whirling of the zodiac spins each atom of our flesh. To imagine that this nervous system is separate from the sun and moon, the mushroom and dolphin, the mountain and cloud, or the dancing of the galaxy, is as ignorant as throwing out my trash and pretending that it won't come back to me in every breath of wind or cup of water. The purpose of education is to teach wholeness.

What makes God happy? The fun of watching the play... God is in fact the bliss of our omnipresent consciousness, silently witnessing all that arises and dissolves in its own intimate space, like a waking dream. It is marvelous, it is endless astonishment, to watch humans succeed and fail, "triumph over adversity," gain wealth, lose it all, then struggle to "attain enlightenment," busily acting out their tragicomedy when, in truth, nothing actually happens, nothing is gained or lost, all is but an appearance of becoming, a phantasy of motion, in the mirage of boundless stillness. Truly sublime this is to behold! What makes it especially exquisite is that each of us appears to take our own form, to play our own part in this brilliant melodrama, when the reality is, we are all God witnessing the play of our own consciousness, the lila, the cosmic cartoon.