Riding on the Amtrak Silverstar, 7:00 am, top bunk lying on my back and watching the tree tops and clouds rushing by. No place to go nothing to do just being here, now. Surprisingly happy for no reason at all.
Once upon a time when all was in perfect balance I looked out. In between the big bang and the formation of star dust was the glory that perfused everything.
If you look with easy eyes you can see it inside and surrounding everything. Look straight ahead, soften your gaze and curl the outer corners of your lips up just a tiny bit. Imagine you have glory-ray vision. Let go of thought. Blink your eyes three times like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.
Because of the flag the wind can be seen. Without the wind the flag would be still.
Are you the wind or the flag?
If you are the wind where are you going?
If you are the flag do you care?
Every thing has its place. If one thing were missing a hole would form and every thing else would fall through the hole and be gone.
Let go. Be the hole. Let every thing pass right through you.
And become the flag showing off the wind.