And so it goes that we are ever unfolding into ourselves, into our evolution, into our future. We are ever expanding, regardless of being enlightened or not, regardless of practicing, of wishing, of manifesting, regardless even of sitting on our asses, asleep at the wheel.And at the same time we are forever kinda incomplete to the “idea” of what or whom we desire to be. And in this tension, whether its conscious or not, we create…Everyday is a beautiful creation from the position of “lacking” “hurting” “striving” “incomplete” in bold or subtle ways, and therefore always some kind of movement towards feeling somehow complete. And in this, is the creation, is the evolution. A very constant motion of living…a very constant motion of creation. And ironically, your perfect, completeness includes a movement of trying to feel complete. And from God’s point of view, you are welcome to stop and feel complete in this very moment, and you are welcome to stop and feel incomplete in this very moment. Either way, its all the Same. Perfect now, imperfect now, its up to you, cuz in reality..Same Same.
Six years ago I died. I died into a bliss. In a moment, sitting on the bed, changing shoes for a date, and suddenly I was gone. A spontaneous and complete Awakening it later became known as…sort of. 3 days later when this spaciousness that used to be my body found that body, it wrote, ” Such a strange death this is, a suicide, I have died into bliss.” Slowly some others found me, or I found them and with support I began to learn how to live in the bliss. How to live without identification, how to live primarily as space. Its not at all what you think…
The years go by, each week someone loved shows up and says”talk to me, share it with me, help me.” One friend in a dark, sad, place recently said ” please let me ride your wisdom through this part”. So in love I reach out. I have no idea how to share, how to help. I have no idea most of the time what the hell I am doing. That’s part of how this life goes…that’s the part of being “Present” they never tell you about. But perhaps you know it already, for yourself, in your own way…late at night when you admit to yourself, you don’t know what the hell your doing….It may scare you, but I guess I’m here to say….you may just be on to something there.
So, with my deepest love, here you go my friend
…some love letters to you.