“There is not a star in the sky but one searchlight, the moon gleams with a smile.” my daughter announces to me.
A flower does not grow inward just like the source of our learning, our true absorption. We are our own sponges. We absorb so well at a certain range of age probably because we are open to what our inner voice tells us. It easily points out the effortlessness in relating to our ability to connect.
You cannot trust the world but can you trust your encounters?
Truth is so beautiful even I cannot believe it. It has this burst of fleeting yet beyond massive impact.
We owe it to ourselves to peel ourselves like onions. That way we can shed some tears to the core and have the core become visible. It is then when we can finally understand.
Regular commotion often become a great blur in my physical vision. I forget how such commotion ever meant anything to me. For once, people can just pump up Silence and soak in it.
For this spin, I play this tune:
Unlatch your mind.
Can you hear it begging you?
After all, being born is quite a startling surprise.
The true mind lies before our present minds.
The true mind tells us where to look and go.
Our present minds shuffle and shift between thoughts.
Shuffle, turn, tumble, tip-toe.
If anything, it’s like a wedge.
Now soak down in your heart.
Let silence be its dialect.
There your true mind will begin to form.
I repeat, begin to form.
A seed does not provide fruit.
Like a vast farmland with a gate at the front,
you are miles from the gate.
Still, you see the gate.
Mind not the speed.
As long as the heart sings only silence,
you are well on your way.
You must wonder.
How is silence a pathway?
Silence, I will say,
as opposed to various brews of emotions.
We are before our thoughts and emotions.
We form our thoughts and emotions.
See the connection?
We form them.
We are not given them.
See the farmland now?
I bet it is closer.
Stephanie Gasco paints her palette onto the canvas of your consciousness.