Infinity is our actual body. Non-local awareness localizes itself in the form of a temporary unit of awareness. The timeless appears in time, the time it takes to bat an eyelash becomes what we designate as a human life. What makes it “our” life? Identification with an individualized unit of awareness, one equipped with spiffy apps like “me & mine”. These apps are designed for navigational purposes in the denser dimensional realms, realms of duality such as the one we are currently, seemingly, touring.
So far, so good. The glitch in the system arises when there is exclusive identification with the navigational apps (body-mind), to the point in which that artificial persona construct is mistaken for our actual identity. I say glitch, but that is just another conditional interpretation for verbal elaboration. Perhaps another name is curiosity, which is another name for desire, which is another name for love. Love is Spirit, and Love is the way God plays. Yes, we are being played. Played by That. That which we truly are.
Nevertheless, and regardless of our transient judgments, identities, beliefs or illusions of control, what is, simply is. Regardless of our flights of poeticized euphoria, whatever we add to that is still something extra. When “what is” is enough, gratitude flows naturally, and regardless of any ambient bustle, deep silence pervades in all directions.
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