A small canvas of forgetting and remembering

The canvas of the body offers such extraordinary experiences. The sublime sensuality of the body connects to the human emotional space, capable of breaking open the heart. This allows the reality of suffering and joy to emerge.

It is no wonder we become attached and fixated on the emotional bonds that are formed, from birth to the many relationships we participate in. We are constantly shaping our ideas of ourselves through these conditional repeats, these mysterious mechanisms that create our seemingly histrionic stories and woven egoic narratives.

If it is important to value the spirit of one Self, then that frank reality actually signifies a discipline of expansive and enduring Love. There are many places to hide, from the gross consumption to the subtle thoughts and feelings often not yet close enough to see.

Everything can be a way of avoiding the painful awakening into the unfixed life of the unlimited Spirit. The repeating, consoling tokens that tell us we are feeding commodities, safety release valves, often serve as barriers to this awakening.

It is helpful to value that kind of affinity with Life’s uncensored reality, to enjoy the rituals that celebrate remembrance while still waking up, regardless of whether our body is in Timbuktu or Peria.

To say that Love is powerful is often an underestimated statement because it does not fully reveal the deep difference between the comfortable limited self and the profound quietness of simply being within the conditions.

To be released from the addictive, theatrical extraordinary into the flowing, ordinary life involves allowing the sensual body, with all its exceptional conditions, to gradually let go and accept. Not as a single defining moment, but as a cross current where a kind of forgetting occurs, a dropping off, a diminishing of “you’ where you thought you needed to be seen to be loved.

As I wander through the melting pot of diversity, the inner and outer are complimented by showing an infallible truth: no matter where we are or what we think we are, we are but an exquisite shimmer, reflecting the ever-present spiritual occasion of “I”.

Whatever landscape I find myself in, my true home is no different than Yours.

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And here I Am.
stepping up and looking out
watching, bewitched, bewildered
a moment to see; and then it's gone. My gorgeous One,
birth and decay.
so many have been given, so many,
a Divine play, a sacred ‘Lila’.
Yet, humanity betrays and only believes
again and again
through ideas and laws
we marry and cancel
what was never married or canceled. I step back, and back again,
loaded with Your spells and visions
gifts and tricks,
For Your greatest lesson:
to stay Awake with You, my Love.
No matter what You give to me,
For it is only ‘I’
to be understood.

Arohananda