It happened on a May morning- I can still point to the exact spot where it occurred, on a forest path in Switzerland. As I strolled through the freshly greened woods filled with bird song & lit up by the morning sun, all at once everything appeared in an uncommonly clear light. Was this something I had simply failed to notice before? Was I suddenly discovering the spring forest as it actually looked? It shone with the most beautiful radiance, speaking to the heart, as though it wanted to encompass me in its majesty. I was filled with an indescribable sensation of joy, oneness, & blissful security. While still a child, I experienced several more of these deeply euphoric moments on my rambles through forest & meadow. It was these experiences that shaped the main outlines of my world view & convinced me of the existence of a miraculous, soulful, unfathomable reality that was hidden from everyday sight……Dr. Albert Hoffman
our Eden is the grip of the heart’s extraordinary lightness of being….when we suddenly see the sweetness of our life, there is suddenly no reluctance to live….it is true that we need reminders in how to find the light, but the rawness of simple joy lands us dead center in life’s wisdom…..
At dawn Henry picked up his stick. It wasn’t too short or too long. It wasn’t too thick or too thin.
Like the wilderness, it was the way it should be.
Henry looked out over the world. And then descended into the rising mist.
we are amazing creatures in our divided minds….our scattered devotions….this unraveling we seek is the full responsibility of a spiritual path…..what is buried under the day? the simplicity there is always so surprising…so astounding in its humble necessity to ‘be’…..
It is only when we get beyond fantasy, beyond wishing & dreaming, that the real conversion takes place & we awake re-born, the dream re-becomes reality. For reality is the goal, deny it how we will. When the individual is wholly creative, one with destiny, there is neither time nor space, nor birth & death. The god-feeling becomes so intense that everything, organic & inorganic, beats with divine rhythm. At the moment of supreme individuation, when the identity of all things is sensed & one is at the same time utterly & blissfully alone, the umbilical cord is at last cut. The sure feeling of eternality. Beyond this there is no evolution, only a perpetual movement from creation to creation………Henry Miller