Lighten the Load

Abundance, presence, love.

For those who take more than their share, ask yourself what impact this has on others, and, more importantly, ask what impact this weight has on your soul—to collect all these things that will remain behind.

Nothing you have will come along for the ride except your deeds, intentions, and stories carved into your mind and spirit.

The mind goes with us to the next.

We may leave our bodies behind, but the programs of our mind will remain intact.

Ask yourself: if I were to die tomorrow, is this the mind I want to travel with?

This day, and every moment that follows, will be another opportunity to lighten the load, improving the chance of transcendence.

Time is a Trickster

Land the plane, aka the mind, on the page.

It wants to be in the skies, but it is down here where its services are required.

Tap in, but do not be seduced by its grandeur.

You come from there to here, so be here.

Acknowledge and respect the desire of your soul to experience that moment in time.

Time is a trickster. There is less of it than you know, and the spaceship is moving faster than you can imagine.

Respect the soul. It is the reason you are here.

This YOU is once in a lifetime. You will perhaps return once again, but the next journey will be or could be, with new companions.

So enjoy the ones who are journeying with you now.

The ones that were, the ones that are, and the ones still to come.

What Now? Versus What's Next?

“The journey begins here with whatever is capturing your attention.” —Radiant Sutras

The lake. The sounds of birds. Sounds of kids playing. The trees. The sounds of humans working their machines. But this last one is subtle.

Nature is capturing my attention. Softness, silence, solitude.

In this moment, it’s me, my writing, this pen, and this beautiful journal. So much love was poured into creating this journal. It’s taken me years to have the courage to inscribe my thoughts and reflections onto these pages.

Now is the moment to enter the beauty that I have felt unworthy of entering. It’s off limits. Or so I thought.

Now is the moment to enter the beauty with perceived barriers. Sacred. Quiet. Silence. Listening. Stillness.

Emotions want to encapture all, to flood my being with the sacredness of the divine essence of love. There’s a reaction—fear to this movement—an attempt to reject. Noise from news. Actions and procrastinations counter one another.

Return to the blank space. Be present with nothingness, with emptiness. Observe the yearning to consume, but be still in the yearning.

Pausing at the doorstep of beyond. Enter beauty with nothingness, emptiness. Enter with space so that the extraordinary may dance in your presence. Weave in and out of the space that is you.

Unattended, unattached. Leave the doors open. It is not yours to keep. You own nothing.

The beauty is only that in the presence of freedom. Its opposite leads to suffocation and drainage.

Possession is the death of beauty.

Blessings, Infinite Blessings.

“Encircled by splendor in the center of the sphere. Meditate where the body thrills to currents of infinite communion. Follow your senses to the end and beyond into the heart of space.” — The Radiant Sutras

Into the heart of space.

Be present today. Notice the spaces in which you play, the blessings waiting to be seen. How are others fitting into the space? How are you moving through space?

I often underestimate space, its existence and its importance and how it shifts depending on who or what occupies it in any given moment. Space is not static. We change it with our presence, our awareness, our gaze, our words, even our breath.

In a moment, you will leave this space, your new home, and dance in spaces with others. How does your space adapt to you? Observe how you adapt to the space and those within it.

How do I want to move through space? What about the space inside of me? The space inside of others?

Why is it important to cultivate spaciousness in our minds and hearts? How can we hold and flow with ease if we are full, if our minds and hearts are stuffed with what we consume, transmuting us into a dense and weighty object?

How am I breathing?