Uradiance

During these painful times, root your attention in the truth: you are in the world, but not of the world. The irony is, the more deeply rooted we are in transcendent Being, the more powerful and free we are to act creatively from the present moment. So here are some practical reminders of mindfulness. Repose for a moment as simple awareness, the imageless transparency of Being, before a thought arises. Do this often throughout the day. Know beyond the shadow of a doubt that the Creator flows through your body as the gift of breath. Each breath is the milk of divine love. Don't ascribe motive to the actions of another. This saves you from becoming the motive you ascribe. Drop blame. When we blame someone, we take on their karma. This is why we become more and more like our enemies, and why we often choose enemies who remind us of a secret shadow in ourselves. There are a thousand more useful ways you can serve the world besides blaming others. Please, do...

Cradle every breath as a mother holds her only child. This is a more fruitful way to hug God. You won’t embrace anyone else, not really, until you taste the kiss of these two sparkling love streams in your own body - one spilling down from the soft white mountaintop, the other springing from groundless loam where the blossoms on your backbone root and drink the mother's darkness. Ancient seers whispered about this marriage   deep inside, but only to those who knew how to listen - "So'ham, So'ham.” I am You, I am You, Lord of Merging Rivers.

Om is not a chant. Om is the vibration of absolute silence, rising and falling in waves of itself. You cannot chant Om, but you can hear it. Just be quiet and listen. Om is the womb of paradox, the resonance of the void, the fullest harmony of emptiness, giving birth to the earth, the galaxies, the space beyond the rim of time. When you are listening, your mind is not making the noise of thought. Then you can hear the thunder of quarks and neutrinos, the chorus of a trillion suns in a single proton. Is it a proton in your body, or in the body of a fiery rainbow she-dragon on a distant star? Both. Now enough talk. It is dawn. Time to dissolve... Hear the annihilation of subject and object. Drown in the ocean of quietness, where there is no more listener, only Listening. Let this Listening give birth to a sparrow's song.

And yet, some people spend lifetime after lifetime arguing for their limitations, preferring disaster to hope. It is a choice that comes from such a deep place in the soul, we hardly notice: a kind of rebellion against the gift of joy.