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.

Double-Sided

Separation is an illusion.

Colour is everything and yet means nothing.

Everything is double-sided, and there is no one-size-fits-all.

Do with that what you will—or throw it to the side if your preference is to do nothing.

But there will be a lifetime when, one day, you will need to pick it up if you want to graduate to another playground.

The same merry-go-round gets tiring.

At some point, the soul is so dizzy it can’t tell whether it’s awake or asleep.

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.