The first time I met the Dalai Lama at 23, I had anticipated looking into his eyes and seeing how beautiful he was. But when I looked in his eyes for the first time, and each subsequent time, I was utterly overwhelmed by how beautiful I AM. It literally knocked all the human babbling straight out of my mind and cracked my heart wide open. He offered a clear mirror with my own beauty reflected. I have met with many clear seeing eyes who do this. Children often do it. Nature does this. And occasionally we have loved ones who do it as well. I just spent an amazing week with my beautiful sister, beauty reflecting back and forth, exploding with joy, wonder and heart cracking splendor.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Thursday, July 7, 2016
When walking alone in nature for long periods of time something wonderful happens.
The mind, generally so full of it's own diatribe, begins to s l o w down and the senses atune to the rhythm of life all around.
In the trees overhead, an avian fillabuster worthy of parliamant is in full force. The wind whispers of her ongoing love affair with tree and cloud. The bees buzz, matchmakers for flowers, busily dancing from bloom to bloom. Squirrels scurry amidst branches, hurriedly racing from perch to perch.
As the mind settles it's inward churning, a subtle shift takes place. The listener, as a distinct other, no longer exists. There is no "me" and nature, there is just T H I S... this grand arising, exactly as it is. The "me" is simply another note played through the unique instrument of self. A note in the vast and indescribably beautiful symphony of life.