Morning Meds; 7 17 22
The alchemist dipped the wooden bucket into the storage tank of water and poured the water onto the stone floor. The water gathered itself together to form a small puddle.
“Sit down in the puddle.” he said to the apprentice.
The apprentice looked from the alchemist to the puddle and back to the alchemist and slowly stooped down and removed his shoes and socks.
Untying his tunic, he draped it over a nearby chair.
Stripped to his undergarments he stepped into the puddle and sat cross legged, whipping the water from his hands, he placed them on his knees.
The alchemist spoke, “Sit in the puddle until you become one with the water. Sit until you are the bottomless sea you truly are.
Your spirit, your essence has no size for it is formless.
The essence of this water is formless too.
It is just an expression of Consciousness, conjured here by us to meet our imagined wants.
This puddle is as deep as a bottomless sea.
Your spirit, your essence is also Consciousness, and it has no dimensions, volume nor form.
Your essence can be as large as a universe or as small as a gnat.
It conforms to your desires, those things you misinterpret as needs.
It expands or retracts according to the necessity of experienced need.
Universes exist in a drop of water both physically and consciously, we just fail to see.
We fail to realize and recognize our formlessness and the formlessness around us.
We fail to see the abilities and the nature of our essence.
We recognize our oneness with the water and the water recognizes its oneness with us through our shared Consciousness and formlessness.
It is comparable to a birthright, although we have existed forever.
We do not earn rewards, nor do we have them stripped away.
Our human ups and downs are our own doings.
They follow the trail our thoughts and beliefs construct before us.
They are part of this human experience, and this human experience is a mere fraction of what is available to us.
We struggle because we don’t realize we don’t have to.”
Meditative Imagery 