It is an endless day,
With a light as bright as the sun,
Whenever I sit and close my eyes.
meditation and contemplation
This morning,
I had a cup of tea with Emptiness.
One sip,
And the flavor of Love consumed me.
Now I can’t tell
Who was drinking who.
Meditate on this:
“Who am I in relation to the Self, to Pure Consciousness?”
The mind is like a balloon, inflating and deflating, in the mouth of the objective world and the ego.
You are the space where it floats.
Such a pretty balloon.
Can you hear the sounds of Love beyond the mind?
