It’s not about becoming … anything. It’s not even about freedom, truth or peace. For me, anyway, it was always about giving up the fight, letting go of the need to be anything but what I am, even though I didn’t know it at the time. That’s the only thing that is ever wanted in …
Category Archives: knowing
Wild Abandon
A dear friend, speaking to a beloved with little time left to live, asked about her illness. She didn’t want to share the disease’s name, to give it any more power in the universe, so my friend, being a good friend, wanting to give her the opportunity to share as she could, asked about her …
It Is Said the Gods Envy Man
It Is Said the Gods Envy Man … If you knew without doubt who you really are, that you are magnificent beyond your capacity to imagine, are this which is never born and will never die, that you are not you but This that Is, how would that change your experience as a mortal? Knowing, …
When They Said …
When they said, “See people for who they really are,” I thought they meant to see the inner light, the godSelf, the spark that remains even when it’s nearly extinguished, to join with that, to be in union, communion with the truth of them. I didn’t realize true teachers, those who really knew, meant something …
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 …
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 …
The Stuffing Inside
It doesn’t sound so easy to stop and ‘be you’ when all you want is a different you, a different experience than the one that has you in its crosshairs. Honestly, and said without even the tiniest bit of judgment, it may not be possible to quit running, to stop listening to the chatter inside …
Let Them Fly
Writing about true nature is tricky. As best I can, realizing it’s not me writing words flow that are bound to fall short of the mark. They are arrows flying through appearances of time and space. I smile as my fingertips loose from the string of life and the arrows fly. Even a poor bowman, …
They say …
They say you are a nothing but a tiny dot on a tiny dot hurtling through space, insignificant, a minor player with little, if any, power. They don’t see what I see. They don’t see that You are the spaceless space in which the magnificent cosmos plays out. They look, but huddled inside their minds, …
What Is
I’m good with what Is, for whatever what is is, is what it is. I’ve tried, and failed, to make what is into what it isn’t. What is, did not cooperate and the valiant misguided attempt only made life sticky, icky, prickly. What is, didn’t change one whit. It is, what it is. Darn what …
The Dance
Is awakening from this dance even possible? The idea of awakening brings forth sweet laughter when the nature of This is recognized as what it is: infinitely precious gloriously alive consciousness appearing as dancers and dance, seen perceived sensed through the dancers’ lenses of experience. We are the appearings, the experiencing, the living loving extension …
Laughing
I’m sitting here laughing at myself. I’m hilarious. I’m also mystical magical miraculous beyond understanding. How in the dickens did I even happen? I–this me, this you, this world. It makes absolutely no sense at all. This arises, a glorious dance of improvisation, as it will, is made of the only stuff that is, consciousness, …
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 …
Amaya Gayle 