Morning Bliss
23 January 2018 Filed in: Journal Entry
One of my favorite things about being in this form is to experience the singularity of life living me. My body wakes in the morning, my attention focuses on the sun sparkling through the windows, and I feel the whole of life choosing what it will make of me today, rather than the other way around. It is a blissful surrender, a floating feeling, to be supported and buoyed by life’s desire to mold me, and enjoy me, for its purpose of creating me. In those moments I know myself both as life and this singular form of life. I like spending the time being aware of the latter, like the heroine in a novel who is aware that she is such. And I treasure knowing that wherever I, the heroine, go, whatever is written for me, I am loved by the one who moves me, and it is a love I have in return to be maneuvered by the author’s, or life’s, hands.
Then, within that awareness, that blissful surrender, life is a light that separates into a prism. In experiencing life living me, I move into life and all that it is. I experience myself within its identity, its dimensional form that extends both vertically and horizontally, as it extends itself in mine. I am a god, a spirit, a soul, a human, the nature, the cosmos, the light, the void, the beginning, the end, the timeless, the All.
The sun rises in the sky. The birds sing. The curtains billow in the soft breeze, and I do not wish to tear myself away from this infinite involvement to replace it with the narrow daily ritual of going to the bathroom, getting dressed, eating breakfast, and reviewing the day’s To Do list. Yet, as I turn my gaze and shift my attention, I realize what comes next is the ink stamping on paper, moving the heroine to what awaits her. Life has already sent me a glimpse, because we are the same, but not to ruin any surprises I focus the experience as it unfolds for me. Which led me to write this. Which led me to you. Which makes me smile.