Our faces bear
the onslaught of
each other's radiance,
both the infinite
light that has
Now we learn
The Other is a pool
in the Self.
The universe supports you to the degree that you are passionate about sharing your unique gift. Only when you risk giving yourself away do you discover who you are.
And only then does the Goddess pay attention, bending every law of nature to uphold you. But she is not the slightest bit interested when you merely imitate someone else.
Why were you created? Don't just say "to love and to serve." That is a platitude. The universe is specific. She loves detail, every brush stroke, down to the bindhu of a single photon.
Don't be a generality. Love as You must love, serve as You must serve, despite the world's opinion. That is courage. That is faith.
Be passionate about your work, even if no one else is. The cosmos is impoverished when you are not You.
Art by Kay Larch
In the form of the mind, our karma goes out into the world and gets stuck in the web of time. But the Self passes through this net without getting caught.
Beyond the mind, the Self is neither diminished nor increased by living in the world. There is no future or past in the Self, for whom the world is like a glorious and terrible mirage.
The Self is pure awareness without an object, slipping out of all chains, either of iron or gold, pain or pleasure.
The motion of turning and returning like a wheel from life to life is only an appearance in the stillness of the Self. It is the world that comes and goes, not the Self.
Repose without effort in the Self, who is a tiny spark lodged in the core of your heart. Yet instantly this spark ignites and consumes the entire universe like a ball of cotton.
Repose without effort in the Self, by whose sun-like golden splendor you will be replenished, and will replenish others, until there is no other.
Painting by Kay Larch