I listen.
I listen to the tone, to the energy behind each word, both uttered and recieved. I listen to the music of my breath, rising and falling... the tightness in my chest that releases by letting the grip of understanding go...
Oh, this life... what a world we have come into. It is not without its trials, its lunacy and hypocrisy, but what a school for thought. What a gateway to step through the mazes and trappings of the limited intellect, and into the body and spirit of resonance.
The duality that exists in this paradigm becomes the greatest teacher. That which once nourished, can and likely at one time or another, destroy.
There is no permenance to anything. The tighter the grip, the weaker the connection.
Devotion does not require so much effort. Devotion is a state of being. And here we were clamoring to attain this illumination and that, when all the while had we listened, that whisper said in a language older than Sanskrit, to let be.
I watch my stomache expand with each breath, and fall into exhale. The stillness is so peaceful, that the mind cannot fathom it. But this is the only truth. There is no where to go, to where to be, no one to impress.
There is only the now. And the stillness is the only permenance, in this dreaming state of transitioning.