Everything Accounted For.

I felt like I was being cuddled by the empty space around me. I could fall, and I would be caught mid-air before I ever touched the ground. I couldn’t fall. 

The energy, vibration, symmetry, and life conjoined to silence the I. I was out of mind, in the best of ways. In only the best, most serene, and most blissful kind of way.

To realize is to see oneness, not to see separate things. 

I saw the outline of a lotus, I did not see my own body. I was so beautiful and weightless in that effortless shape and form. I didn’t have to do anything but sit there. I was it. I was breathing in synchronicity with everything that surrounded me. I was a flower. I sat across of myself, disassociating from myself as I knew myself, and felt an intense lightness and airiness with my posture inviting all parts of me to align with the world that was perfectly holding me. I closed my eyes. 

I was covered in light. I was taken care of.

Life is such a beautiful thing. It ought to be enjoyed and lived. 

Explore yourself, slow down, be still. Find a wondrous view of your life during your life. 

The way is in the stars. The way is in the universe. I loved everything because I was everything.

Wisdom is knowing I am nothing, love is knowing I am everything, between the two lines my life moves. 

– Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj 

Everything in perfect symmetry accounted for. If I moved left, the grid followed effortlessly. 

If I make room for good, other good pieces would follow suit. 

I let go to feel, to express, to flow. I surrendered. 

I was a funny body with a funny mind doing funny things. What do I actually control? The movement of my hands, who is controlling that? Me or the mind? Or neither? 

I used my hands to entertain myself in the bathroom mirror. 

I saw myself getting old, I saw myself young, I saw me in the present - all weaving in and out, in and out. 

Nothing was constant, no part of life was constant - it was all transient and fleeting. 

They all exist simultaneously, a tiny, tiny fractional, infinite, ever-multiplying, repeating, recycled existence. Maybe! There is so much to be hopeful for and question. It’s so ridiculously beautiful. Don’t Panic.