When we truly taste and touch our capacity to be unconditional, either in times of tragedy or beauty, or a moment of grace, it is as if the whole universe is there with us welcoming us home. It’s not mental, not a thought, nor even a feeling. It’s not located anywhere, not personal in that way. It is a melting of the self, a dissolving of the personal into just what is, the truth of things. Vast beyond measure, unconditional beyond knowledge.
Utterly beautiful! I so love hearing you reading the poems. Awesome title too. :-) Thank you so much. xxx
Thank you! x
Thank you Kavi, your humility touches my heart. x
Thank you James, I appreciate your words x