This heart of mine, wish I was talking metaphorically but I’m not, is acting up again. It nearly knocked me to the ground yesterday … and I was sitting in my comfy chair reading. It’s probably not deadly. Odds are the defibrillator in my chest will stop its wild antics before lack of blood causes …
Category Archives: illusion
Knowing
I marvel at the fact that I think I know anything, that anyone does. It’s a wonder that fills our days and nights, although it’s called something else at 3am when it’s rattling through your mind, keeping you from sleep. Isn’t life a compilation of pixels, a photo mosaic of bits of knowing, strung together …
Fingers Pointing to the Moon
Nothing I say will get you there. There is no there; no you to get there and yet as in all of life, there is the very valid, exceedingly real, preciously potent appearance of a there and a you and the you who appears to be, appears to want to get to the appearance of …
Avatar
Most of us on what is called the spiritual path want to awaken for a reason: to finally be enough, to feel it, to know it without question and find peace within; to be accepted, included, not standing on the outside looking in, not separate from life; to find meaning, purpose in what often feels …
Elusive Truth
Does truth exist? Seems pretty flexible. What might be true for me may seem like voo-doo to you. What feels right to a rightist feels wrong to one who isn’t. Truth, at least what passes for truth here, causes wars, splits families, causes untold damage and yet many want it, spend their lives seeking for …
The Face of God
When I see you, it is the face of God I perceive. Touching you, it is the body of God I feel. In truth there is no me, no you, there is only God appearing as all things, all experiences, appearances arising and falling in Godmind. All perceptions hold within them this mystery, not a …
House of Mirrors
Life’s a wondrous game of hide ‘n seek and life itself is the only player, reflecting itself to itself through the infinite forms of the mirrors of manifestation. So many analogies …. a fun house mirror that splits the real into countless rippling images or that old tv program, ‘I’ve Got a Secret’ that always …
Grace
Do you tend to think of grace as something wonderful, a bit of unexpected goodwill, an unearned moment of heaven on earth? I used to see grace that way. It’s a beautiful way to see it, quite natural, built right into our culture’s ethos. It’s also the view from separation, something unexplainable outside of me …
Dream a Little Dream
It’s all illusion, real but not in the way you think, perceived in a way diametrically opposed to what actually is. You might say life is real illusion. How fun is that! It feels real. It experiences as real. Even our dreams at night have a real feel to them. Sometimes you wake up and …
What If Nothing Changes
What if nothing changes? What if the elusive prize you’ve chased most of your adult life doesn’t change anything? What if your life is still YOUR life, bumps and bruises included? What if your body doesn’t heal? What if you still live in a very small community of one? What if you find out you …
Living the Paradox
Regardless of how deeply the recognition of consciousness has set it roots into the no-thing-ness that is currently appearing in form as you, me and the world, the fact remains that we are here now and embodied. Today, many talk about reality, about non-duality, about no one, no world. It’s particularly popular. Heck, I do …
Center Stage
The idea that I am not, God Alone Is, used to leave me both free and a bit depressed. The depressed mind, that snippet of mind that still clung to individuality, realized that while it was good news and let me off the hook entirely, also interpreted that to mean I would dissolve into the …
Broken
I am broken. Profoundly broken. Humpty Dumpty broken. Having seen through the veils of separation, rather than a life of bliss, I find my inherent brokenness — that which I ran from, that which pushed me into self sacrifice and sucked out all that I was — still here, the same but different. I taste …
I Exist
I am. That is undeniable and yet it felt in the beginning like I am not. The I that is not, that seemed to have disappeared, is what many call an ego. It is not gone, non-existent, rather is it filling its intended role instead of wreaking havoc, creating veils, pushing itself to fix, change …
I’m Sorry
Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Do you remember that quote? Does understanding the perfection of our experiences, that everything happens as it does and that we learn and grow from it as we can in the moment, mean that we forgo the shared connection, that we overlook the cry of pain? Even …
Amaya Gayle 