Meditating this morning with the window open and I knew my thoughts were no different to the noises the birds were making outside. They were there, yes. Could I stop them, no. Some were louder than others. Slower, heavier. But they were changeable and not worth becoming emotional about. Beneath the background noise of birds and thoughts was something else. Something consistent and un-changing. Pure and pulsating. Here there is no chaos. This place looks like home. It tastes like nectar. Sounds like angels. Feels like love. When I open my eyes things look brighter and sharper. More real. The irony is I know what I see in the world is but nothing compared to what I see within me.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 20:51:36 +0000
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