I go again to that place perched high above the sea to look out on the vast blue life that stretches out before me, where waves of who lenses unfold to soothe and nurture the deep ocean of my soul.
Up here, the wind carries away all words, life is softened in the sound of the surf, beliefs dissolve in the sea's embrace, and in the sun's warm caress, thoughts are erased.
This view is ever new yet always old, for it holds a drop from every sea I've ever known ; those waves that wash the world dust from my soul, leaving calm pools where freedom slowly unfolds.
I used to come here with the crowd of thoughts of all the things I'd hoped for, loved, or lost, but now, they've grown tired and gone home, leaving me to sacred silence of my soul.
Things to come and past mistakes still creep up to this rocky place, but I can let them come and go, they have their place; but now they wait, while I embrace this single sunlit day.
For I've harvested the seeds of bad and good, and eaten their sweet and bitter fruit, but now the karmic bank account is almost closed for lack of use and the owner has left alone on a pilgrimage of truth.
It may have taken me a thousand lives to reach this place, but now there's no way back, the Holy Spirit has eaten the crumbs that marked my way, and the only path ahead leads to my own true face.
Look! Down below, two whales are playing; I wonder how instinct could ever explain their joy of soaring without a care to feel the breeze, the crash into the sea, to reemerge and wave their tales in the air.
My spirit joins them in their joy, becoming one with natures glory, uniting all that's been, is and will ever be in a single moment of timeless ecstasy.
And as they play my world awakes to the horizon's infinite round embrace, joining all the points in time and space, where the seer, the seeing and the seen unite in the light of divine grace.
For here all meditation ends, and the levels of samadhi bring me back to where I began, but with nothing left to loose or win, only my soul softly singing to the wind.
Now a single drop perched in fear from a leaf high above, surrenders into life's ever flowing stream of love, to join the greater river of clear seeing, and dissolve into the ocean of pure being.
Finally, even this is erased, leaving everything perfectly in place ... The sacred earth, the endless sea, the infinite sky, this perfect day, and down below, two whales playing.
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