Sunday, 15 August 2010


Now. Awakened. And every moment, every action, every act, every sight of the eye, sound of the ear, sense of the heart, is only the truth.

Then you need no time, no place to be or go, nothing to seek and nothing missing.

The man at prayer, the woman singing praise, are not wrong in your eyes but as filled with truth as the moo of a cow and the wind in the trees, no more or less.

The grass under your feet is a great as the space above your head and both contain each other as the universe contains itself and you are all things.

Breathing, you are dead. Living you decay. As dust you feed life. As new life you return to life.