One man's savior.....

Guardian
Originally uploaded by Anantya.

Having forgotten you've drifted off....falling into the mindless bliss of an afternoon's nap, your heart gives wing to nostalgia's eager flight...mmmmmm.....and so, you've drifted off.

Its this place again. This place, each to her own, we all go behind the scenes, beyond the mummery of all pretensions, free of the illusion of relatedness and the presumption of firmiliarity.

You come, by and by, to your own self... or is it? You there, in a form far more intimate that any mirror ever go-betweened.

Shy in the extreme and pregnant with unspeakable devotion you look down as you lovingly gaze up. Beaming self onto flowering self, one. One of you starts softly admitting now, a mother's milk of tender murmur, the kind of confession a secret tear could only make to an old Mt. Tam conifer, ...you softly confide, 'We have no idea who we are do we?, ...where we are or...or what, in God's name, is really going on here. Do we?'

And though knowing it makes no difference at all, even as it changes everything in an instant, all is suddenly unmasked:

One man's savior, another's cartoon.

Once man's search, another man's suffering

The ego-"I" IS the illusion of relatedness. And every aparent "you" just another teddybear of a wayside rest on the souls' endless exodus Home.

Hugged and abandoned, embraced and surrendered, we drift. Then that island, now this sandbar, tomorrow a bit of melting shoreline. All as already gone. We who worship this river, the flow of our sacrifice, the current of our love of this way. We of neon blood and amber ash, who dare this ecstatic mad Yoga of the Openhanded YES,...this love of the Two-Armed Form,

...for us the burning is slow becoming done and we, then steeped in Her darkness, now know Her fire only as d' light!

"MMMmmm...." you sigh, saying thanks with both breath and ripening tremble.

And She's crying in love with both you and you as she enfolds the dream's deeper gift again. The patron saint of both sigh and belly-laugh: a grey fluffy, blue-bibbed embrace of a remembra-murti. An "ah ha!" that has you getting down to getting that........

That you had been drifted
...in a deeper land.