These thoughts came to me during a long meditation in my favorite old chair, in the office over my garage (my “Upper Sanctum”) on the morning of July 29, 2011, beginning at 7:46 AM. The photos are from a sunset series taken in the San Fernando Valley.
Touch back down to your own true Self, and you will find yourself in the arms of God, whose love never abandoned us; it is only we who had forgotten the love of God.
Physical comforts are fine, but spiritual comfort is sublime.
A good laugh is what you’ll get when you stop resisting the truth of what you are: God’s newborn, dropping shit, but bathed and aglow in eternal light.
May the light of our own divinity show us the way.
In meditation, wait patiently, with no expectation, no preconceptions, heart and mind open to the universe, for a visit with your own divinity, whom poets have called “the guest,” “the friend,” and many other names. But wait, and persevere. It’s the meeting of a lifetime, which can last forever.
These words are clumsy boxes, this world a place of rough approximations and accidents, demanding precision and careful driving. Have patience and compassion with yourself and all around you. Only infinite love can save us, but the good news is that infinite love is always in the wings—it is in fact the heart of what we are.
Resting after that prolific meditation, I thought with joy of my faraway wife (now in Chicago helping our daughter prepare for a difficult move). My wife is a human angel, brilliant, kind, and endlessly generous—a beacon of hope and comfort in this cold and unforgiving world.