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Finder: Dear Ram, I hope travels have you safe and rested. I suppose you must have a ton of writing from inspired students. Largely inspired by Isvara’s gift of making you one of its sublime agents, I offer this….
Peace. My God, your god, you: God, life is sublime.
India shakes, rattles, hums, stirs every fibre, cell and atom. At once mindful, mindless, crazy.
The egoic Titanic sinks, and one holds on for dear life, proved false, over and over and over again. Imagine, drowning is being saved.
Its spiritual superpower overwhelms. Blazing truth inflicts light into the tightest, airless, dark jar.
Those deaf, dumb and blind will see just how deaf, dumb and blind they were. And that’s a good thing. Seekers become finders. Believers becomes non-believers in anything but Truth, which when received and embraced is so simple, so laughably simple!, so weepingly elusive, so profoundly beautiful.
It wrenches one from sleep, entropy and lethargy to such a degree one will give a rat’s posterior.
Maybe even love oneself.
Tonight dusk rises, addled and enlivened by what was within all along.
Having often played an instrument called “small for a lifetime” (and its tuneless companion “not enough”), I sit in front of a darkening mountain, playing heartfully a sublime instrument called “awareness.”
It offers a “melody of Being,” achingly beautiful, joyous, stirring, meaningful.
It’s freedom’s anthem.
No instrument required. Just a full heart, a free mind and an embrace of a birthright: awareness.