Anonymous Sober Beatnik

You see this goblet?” asks Achaan Chaa, the Thai meditation master. “For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

meher baba

#fullserenityprayer #eXe

Find for me the molecular edge where water, stone, air, leaf, begins and ends. A microscope is all it takes to see the dance of particles connecting these. Intermingling atomic qualities that we mistook for boundaries. Separation is illusion. Live in the paradox of individualism that hums a harmony ecstatic to be distinct as the infinite sum of All. This Grace that bursted into being from a Trio of One singing is ever rushing into an embrace with the particles of our particulars. No need for reuniting what was never sliced or severed. Even the knife’s blade held us together, from the navel to the Mother.