and so it is... as i sit before 30 feet of sliding glass doors open to the breeze of the carribean sea... and it blows in soft....nonchalantly sweeping away all past moments in its path.
how it is i got so lucky to be in this surreal paradise, private beach villa... warm tropical waters healing all that has ever taken me ill, i will never know.
the belief that the goodness we bestow returns to us manyfold, is no cliche, but i adamantly believe that one must abide by selfless action, giving without the intent to receive in return, indiscriminately delivering goodness and love and fostering fellowship to the masses without expectation for repayment. the universe, she always finds a way to balance... it just so happens that my balance is found in an unrivalled utopian dream amidst turquoise waters and sea air that rebirths, permeates to the core and sets free the intent to ascend.
the peace that sets in as one travels home can only be described as a concept, a quickening and at once a slowing, an awakening of familiarity.
on the edge of civilization, we are cradled by the elements as they bequeath their paradoxal glory in ever tempestuous consistency.
a metaphor for exile this moment wherein i know my purpose. displaced from visceral.
wherein i am bringing thought capital to the table. and a feast of world changing proportions awaits those who choose to dine in silent reverence.
a moment wherein nothing but what i choose to give is ever expected. how blessed.
i am alone. and never alone. oneness with all. nonduality is not just an ideal.