NO DICES BABY

At the centre of everyone’s being lies a centre of gravity which expands and contracts and lay peacefully still. We swim in a sea of unfiltered clear light, enveloping us as we walk down the street, cradling us as we nest on our couch, light that rockets off every photon and particle, rides the speks of dust and the falling rain alike, that energizes cells to burst into life and encodes them with the instructions to grow into trees. It can be difficult not to see that God is truely everywhere. A guiding hand which vanishes at the eye’s touch, stringing together the unknown and the known alike with ribbons of gleaming Love. It’s funny to think that someone’s aura is the festival of dancing lights which happens when these centres of gravity meet the Universe at the edge of the Self and the wavefront of one’s environment. Gravity’s rainbow distorting. Flickering or reflecting the white lights outside our windows. When we strive for a nature that is not our own or challenge the nature of a most perfect Clockmaker and His Angel’s pens of equillibrious causality, we’re challenging the nature of God that doesn’t play dice with the Universes within and without. A universe that tends to give us exactly what we need at the exact time we need it, we may find our centres of gravity contracting and expanding with volatility and vigor, aimlessly, confused at the quiet neutrality of a naked reality and a seemingly fleeting Self. When we surrender to the untouched light of our authentic Selves and to our ~ co-author’s plans, and rest in the stillness of presence, what we may find can be… Extraordinary.