Fri 13 Dec

I may just now be learning one of the wisest things I've learned yet: I'm learning to slow down my mind - not think so far ahead, not be so focused on the future. I usually am (overly focused on what's going to happen next), but I can finally touch just the edge of what one might call peace. That's a good feeling. That's the right feeling.

This Awareness is not something that can be talked about very easily. All I can say is that I'm beginning to see an essential link between everything I lay my eyes on, lately. This pen, my hand, the electricity that powers my lamp - it's like I know this little secret - that we're all a reflection of the same Light.

What happens when the final veil is dropped, and all that's left is the light itself?

(What does it matter what happens?)