Hanging with Hafiz
Where are you going? Do you know the way? It appears that you are headed toward the grave. The me of the body is like a clay bowl made to sit on the shelf of existence. It was formed from the universe. It will break into shards. It will return to dust. Think again about your destination. Like a bowl you might appear hollow and empty. In truth, your emptiness is consciousness in existence. You are beauty in the heavens bathing in starlight. The glow pours through and around you to be shared by the whole of the all. If this seems to be something sacred, then all is sacred, for in truth there is nothing sacred or profane. These are illusions of separation. You declare what is sacred and profane to help you find the meaning of life. Do you understand that all your ideas of what is good and bad add meaning to your life? These are thoughts of separation. Separations exist but they are not real. In reality, there is no meaning because there is no separation. There is nothing to compare or define. In consciousness, you have no comparison. You cannot be described or named. As the me of the body you fear letting go of your identity and meaning. You fear their loss. Do not fear. You are that which I AM. There is no other.
