We Are the Universe Projected.
“I exist as I am,” the poet, Walt Whitman once wrote. “That is enough. If no other in the world be aware I sit content.”
Even amidst the morning rush, we find our pace. Within the cacophony of a world awakening, there exists a boundless peace.
Stillness arrives when we remember who we are. And with each new breath, this delusion of self gently melts.
“I am larger, better than I thought;” he wrote. “I did not know I help so much goodness.”
We see ourselves best when the mind is at rest.
We are not a ‘who’, my loves ~ rather, we are the Universe projected.