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NON DUAL BODY MIND 

Growing up, my life, like yours, was filled with contrasts;

 

the exquisite grandeur of Nature, music, dance, dogs, laughter, freedom, playfulness, intelligence ...

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and the chaotic hysteria of the human condition; 

 

hierarchy, misunderstanding, anxiety, cruelty, enslavement, guilt, anger, confusion, abandonment, violence, shame.

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How could all this Beauty exist amidst the madness of separation, disease and death?

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Was suffering necessary?  Noble?  Inevitable?

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If I took my own life, would that assuage my pain and struggle?

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Could I escape?

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Why did bad things happen to good people?

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What was God?  

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At times, a universal, omnipresent Love had filled my heart and mind,

 

a formless field, vast and all-encompassing,

 

It sometimes gently spoke to me, 

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from deep inside

 

It dwelled.

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What was It?

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Why would It create this polarity we call life ?

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Why make complication and confusion when Love is so perfectly simple ?

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It took me 30 years to realize, 

 

It hadn't.

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How did I get here ?

In 1971, my brother introduced me the to I Ching.  

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It helped me learn to accept the ebb and flow of life and ride the wave,

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rest in something wiser than the way things seem to be.

 

No more raging against injustice,  I settled into a sort of poetry, even reverie, at times,

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entrusting my life, more and more, to the greater Whole, Tao, Buddha, Spirit, Self...

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allowing whatever needed to occur, to occur, whenever, however it did,

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innately knowing that nothing is ever really as it appears.

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There were highlights, moments of sheer recognition,

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aha's that left me trembling in awe

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and laughter as the densities lessened and the comedy revealed.

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I also wrote in journals, O many, many journals, mostly burned now on the beach.

 

There was always a Voice inside me, ever kind, without condemnation, of anything, or any circumstance, or any one.

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I came to trust this Voice,

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pure Love, intelligence, inspiration,

 

and eventually, a long time later, I came to recognize It as my own pure Self,

 

not the me I seem to be, but the me I AM, WE ARE. GOD IS.

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Next chapter: 
 
Life Is A Dream
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