Uradiance

Lonely one, where’s your soul mate? Don’t you know that otherness is a looking glass? Learn to hug every reflection. See God in Dog,   each tulip and toadstool your paramour, the grizzled stranger hunkered on the sidewalk your long-lost cousin, his countenance a treasury of golden freckles bequeathed to your children. Put your tears in his cup - salt, no sugar. Get a crush on the fallen one inside you, the orphaned shadow of your shame. Her gaze, I tell you, gives your face its chiaroscuro: layers of imperfect night perfecting the glow in your furrows, your crow’s feet, the downcast upbeat curve of lips that taste world-sorrow. You dance cheek to cheek with dragons who turn into angels when you kiss them. Don't seek your better half: that’s just lack reflecting lack. 50% of you, plus 50% of me is not a relationship, it’s a pity party in an antique tear mirror. Wrap your atoms in angel bling, the fea...

I want to hug you! You will not survive. When my arms release you as from a cocoon, two rainbows will fly out, one toward the heavens, the other to the earth - all that remain of your laughter  and your tears. People will whisper, "Love destroys everything!"   Painting by Marcia Baldwin

Remember, but without memories. Gently attend to the silent field of Memory before any images or events from the "past" arise. We can rest in the spaciousness of memory prior to thought; a subtle but effortless practice, really only possible when the mind is still, and the breath is faint. To be Present, we don't need to deny the vast Ago. Just don't crowd it with ego stories: 'I did this,' 'that happened to me.'  Air brush the 'me' out of memory until it is just a blue sky. Pause in your linear journey to look back toward the horizon. Where did you come from? Where are you going? Out of vast space, into vast space. What's the hurry? To embrace Memory without memories takes us more deeply into Presence. This moment expands into the primordial beginning-less. Memory is eternity, and the ancient Now an abysmal silence, ringing with intelligence unborn, bell music unstruck, emanating from the place where Ouroboros bit her own serpent tail, mer...