rolling hills of green;
nighttime sweeps the hours
to a brilliant yellow morning
Eyes see me – sort of
Ears hear me – sort of
We are not our thoughts;
We are not our feelings, entrapments, dark holes or excuses.
Heaven, that vast oasis,
is never anywhere other than here.
As day breaks
celestial bodies in the sky – planets, stars, comets, galaxies, debris – float about.
Children will go to school,
lovers will fight and re-unite,
kitties and puppies will wait for us to return home,
battles will be fought and won, or lost.
Whatever happens there is a world within that permeates and animates,
an inner divinity that knows no separation.
So, with a nod to the Sacred,
I’ll get up this morning with love in my heart,
quiet the mind in silent devotion
and go to work in a building surrounded by dandelions.
“It is only through samsara that we find nirvana.” – Adyashanti quoting his teacher