Ebba looked into the white ground, gleaming back at her like a dish of salt, the only reflection she saw being her sorrow.
I’ve always believed in some sort of ‘meant to be’, and by that, I mean that there is more to our encounters than meets the eye.
I must face my shadow side if I am to evolve into what the Bodhisattva poet-warrior of loving kindness 7th-century Buddhist monk Shantideva describes below.
I asked him how he perceived the beauty of creation from his place of darkness. With few words, he showed me that light can exist as much within as without.
Can you meet me here with love? Will you be afraid? Will you open yourself with truth and walk the path to my heart which I have laid bare for you?
Now is a moment richly endowed with the sum total of all of the nows entangled in the quantum expanse that is an infinity of now in all space and time.