Darkness Came Before Light

Darkness came before light. Light was born out of darkness. Light itself creates potential for shadow. The dance of light and shadow define form. 

Being present for pain releases and transmutes it, integrating it into the light. Awareness itself takes care of it. Presence is the only antidote to the judge, and it must be perseverant. 

If one is truly present for an experience, it’s degree of richness is potentially infinite and not relative to the linear duration the experience, nor to how desirable the experience is to the ego…..

The richness of every moment is diminished to the degree that we expend energy thinking about how the experience, if pleasant, can be prolonged, secured, documented, or revisited in the future. 

If the experience is incongruent with our preferences, we dilute our present reception of it by mentalizing how it could be fixed, escaped from, changed, avoided in the future, or blamed on someone. 

In the present moment. With everything as it is, and yourself as you are. 

Gratitude for each indeterminately finite aspect of the dream, witnessed, by God, as you.

What is the feeling without the story? What are the raw sensations unfiltered by what you think what you are witnessing means about who you think you are? Or what who you think you are means about what you’re witnessing? 

The perspective of the person is changed by each experience. On one level, I am eternally impacted and enriched by each experience, and yet, they all disappear into a nonexistent past. 

The story is always changing. What is here that is changeless? The observer of the observer of the observer….

The appearance and disappearance of phenomena in the field of perception melt indistinguishably into the eternal being.

I will not run away from my pain, or judge it. I will practice amplifying my presence so as to create a container of love that is larger than my fear and pain, that I may hold and caress myself, instead of feeling drowned by darkness and reaching out desperately for another to validate me. 

Duality pervades every perceivable/conceivable person, place, and thing. There is depth and innocence in it all. Perfect imperfection. Either everything is sacred, or nothing is. 

I find my center in the merging of opposites. In the subtle, powerful, dis-identified presence. 

I am everything. I am nothing.