Y ak yak yak…. In the room of the mind, the TV is always
O n. The incessant noise, explosion of flickering pictures, soap operas, sitcoms, ticker tape “news.” We sit glued
U nder the influence, under the trance. Blink. A Bigger Magic always breaks the spell. Five minutes or fifty years, we always stir, get up, go to
A nother
R oom in the house. The one at the center. The room that is
E mpty. Still. Quiet. Alive.
H ere, we breathe again. Standing fresh, awake in the
E ternal Presence – the Awareness that has always been
R eceiving every moment and
E xperiencing the ecstatic fullness of sweet Nothing.
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Here with love, in the center room with you,
Chris
