There is stillness and movement. Your breath is singing, your heart is dancing, your body is swaying in extacy. Breathe deeply into your well-spring of spirit. Bathe in your nothingness. Float on the surface of peace. Drown in your beingness. Indulge in your own pure poetry. Feel it rise up.
You are the painter, the poet, the singer, the dancer, you are the scholar, the writer, and the mathematician too.
You are all the colours in the spectrum. All sounds come through you. You are the seeing and the seen. You are touch. You are beyond the five senses. You are sense itself. You are truth, you are lies, you are laughter and cries. You are sensual, sexual, you are funny & wry.
You are Masculine & Feminine, baby and child. You are old, you are young, you have just been born and you are dying. You are human, you are angel, you are spirit and soul. You are all that is. You are the abyss.
You are the soil, the seeds and the trees. You are the animals that roam, fly, swim and crawl. You are the grass and the oceans, the rivers and valleys. You are the sky, the heavens, you are hell too. You are war and peace. You are the darkness and the light.
You are the nature of duality.
You are all the power that ever was and ever will be.
You are pure presence.
You are fullness and emptiness, everything and nothing.
You are the Uni-verse, meaning one song.
You are the beginning and the end.
You are the Mandala of Abundance.
You are That.