My nature is light, nothing but light. When the world arises, I alone am shining. -Ashtavakra Gita 2:8 I stand transfixed; my mind’s eye takes in everything before my brain has time to confuse it with reasoning. As this subtle untarnished revelation unfolds, I search my coat pockets for a pen and […]
Related Articles
This post first appeared on An Unexpected Muse | WRITING… AFTER PARKINSON'S, please read the originial post: here