At night there was silence…
In the sky there were many stars…
In your eyes there were several universes…
In your heart here was one song…
Within that song everything was perfect, the tuning, the tone, the pitch, the sound of music...
When the song would sing you, you would dance…
When you would hear the song you would remember the ordinariness of who you are, the ordinariness of who you truly are…
You would breathe in and the song would respond with the poetry of your soul...
You would cry like a baby and hear your divine mother running to you to embrace you and lead you to wholeness, to oneness, back to your original peace, original source…
When you would wake up everything was new again, it was a new year, a new celebration, a new death and certainly a new life…
When the river took away your ashes you were born…
When the river took away your body, your ashes reached to the ocean and remembered the song in your heart, the song of your soul… the one verse… the universe…
The heart song could not be remembered because it was not a memory…
The heart song could not be created because it was pure creativity, rather than creation…
The true balance was found when the horizon met to the sky and the sky would die to the heaven... and the heaven would shower back down into the ocean…
The one sun had begun in earnest trueness… the true quality of it was ever present, even within the true silence of it, the true stillness of it…
The master was gone, but the vessel remained both available and resonant with the true true…
In the deep humility he rose again and wrote the poem that reminded you of what true remembrance really is…
Meditation, the master and the magnificence seemed like three onenesses within your core…
You were perfectly grateful and perfectly celebrated in humble gratitude…
Amen