We get a taste of the divine, sweet like nothing we ever knew before, yet more familiar than anything we ever knew. We busy ourselves in the search for symbols, spirit guides, teachings, all the world, to taste it once again. And in the end as we come to rest in ourselves we see it is our very own self that is that divinity. All we need to do is be still in ourselves and you, the divine, is unveiled in full glory.
Mind remembers and wants the experience again. Searching frantically not realizing it, mind itself, is the veil obscuring truth. Always present just underneath. Shining through, unrecognized.
The fall from eden. A thought put on as a garment. A structure formed in the innocent, pure open mind. Concealing the radiance of our true nature. The garment taking on identity as ourselves, becoming the illusory world we inhabit. We remain in paradise, oblivious to the radiance all around us. Identified in the thought, the garment concealing our flesh, our true self.
The knowledge, not the knowing, sought after and chased like a snake after its own tail. In this loop we spin, illusion upon illusion. And all it takes is to stop the motion, cease chasing our selves, to seek to understand and gain knowledge. As that falls away, there we are. Just being. Radiant. Knowing nothing and all.
As we turn our gaze away from knowing things, the world, and look directly at he who knows the experience. Awareness itself. Objects and subjects lose all meaning, melting into one. Ego will protest as the melting begins, hold steadfast gazing directly at awareness and it is a fast shift into the One that holds the world but is not part of it.
All that chasing, searching, all doing a necessity to realize nothing needs to be done. The divine voice is your own.
Shall I search another day?
I am done searching, I am found. Now I celebrate.
I see the perfection in everyone.