Mexican Hat (1)

My dear, this world, its laws, our perceptions, are such a minute part of existence.—Hafiz

I see that life is a game. I didn’t know this so I would take life seriously, think that I couldn’t handle it, and thus I would fling myself onto the altars of the lower chakras. I would seek sex and romance, gorge on food, work like crazy to obtain security, and try to up-level my family. All of this because I didn’t know that I am Love.

I now know that the true me sits high above all of this play of duality, untouched, joyful, steady, fluid—whole. I can revel in the true me, in the Master Power that I am, untouched by the wins and losses on the ever-changing lower playing field. I am Soul, the very spark of God—omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent.

When I stay centered in the Beloved, I always win.

I recently shot this photo while playing in the Jemez Mountains of northern New Mexico.

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