This morning, well before dawn, I stood outside and witnessed the moon encircled by a cloud of light. A perfect circle of luminosity around Her own. Such a pondering the sight gifted.
Time is not running out or down. Time is timeless and cannot, is not owned or defined. For 58 years I have never smelled a fragrance not even my precious coffee brewing or a flower, food has no taste nor have I breathed through my nose and my eyes they do not see.
These are not statements of lack. We can insert any "sense" of what is "not." But as I sit and ponder the dawn's timelessness, the whisper of Love's perfection called. And with each bead of the mala, in Love's perfection I knew the fragrance of rain upon the grass, wet earth, a rose and tasted earth's abundance inhaling Her breath. The senses communicate to our body. Their Perfection, however, is embodied in Love.
And as I looked at the moon within the circle, to hear the whisper “can you sense the sun?”
To remember I have “no time”…. I am, Life IS timeless. To remember my senses are perfected IN Love. And IN my Timelessness and Perfection, I am BeComing.