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Hi Walt,
I realize there is a...something...beyond a feeling sensation, a coming
home, an old friend sort of pleasure-memory of being that doesn't
come from a leaf, or a bottle, or a lab, or a love affair, or a memory,
or an achievement, or even assorted splendiferous things like
sunsets, or vistas, or profound insights.
It doesn't come from anywhere, but just is; mostly hidden from me
by my ego-constellated mind-density, the fists of my own fretful
architecture, and the knots of my own thought that gives the
perception that "within" and "without" are separate, a separation born and named only by my stubborn insistence and fear. It is the
grace of surrender that reconnects them as one again.
In an Eastern sort of way, this "something" is the original
Peace/Ecstasy/Joy, in a mandala tureen of Kaliflower Kundalini soup,
poured into chakra bowls of hierarchical metaphor that tames our
minds and restores our soul.
It is what we truly share. It is what we have always meant by all the
well-intentioned silliness we do. (Insert a loving-connection smile
here.)
Sending a namaskar your way.