The sun, the moon, and the ancient trees

Just as the moon reveals her engorged luminescence, and then immediately retracts back into her shadow, we too wax and wane with waves of nature. You see, we are not our forms, we are not even our thoughts. The Self has been guided to attach itself to the experience, but we are not that. We are the experiencer. An ancient tree that lives over 500 hundred years is not limited to his desire to grow in only his form. His essence is beyond the comprehension of our limited view from this human experience. The prana that runs through the molten rock, that feeds into the root system, giving life to his magnificence, is the same consciousness that we are made of. The same light force energy that nourishes our planet, is in fact our truest essence. Trees in fact feed one another, they nourish the sick and send healing vibrations to those in need. Nature knows innately how to take care of the Self, and in turn, the Other. 

Our earthly selves want to gain more of everything because that is what we have been lead to believe makes us great, rich, even powerful. Once you commit to a practice of self awareness you begin to unfold, you begin to lift veils, you soon come to understand that the success of this life is valued by how detached you are from the needing of anything. You are simply dancing through each moment watching your humanness experience the play of this unfolding. You see, this life is but a journey of understanding, the sooner you allow yourself to be with each moment fully, intently, not thinking of anything else, you soften to the true intelligence; your presence is your truest gift. This is the feeding that we come to understand nourishes our own souls. This is the life force that feeds the Other. This is the interconnected healing that our great teachers, our oxygen bearers have bestowed upon us. This gift is to the Self, not just to the humans who are mirroring you; reflecting your light before your very eyes. 

And so, the play is in coming home, coming back into the stillness, the entirety of this moment; this reality. The only real truth is this breath, this inhalation and exhalation. Anything beyond this now is intangible, either in the past; forgotten, or in the future; yet to unfold. So nature reminds us ease-fully with her birthing and dying, her elegance of detached cycles unfurl, without so much as a clenched fist. We witness the fullness the sun brings all of his light, illuminating and warming, and so just as we feel the heat running through our veins the sun descends, making way for our great mother moon to then arise asking us to bring forth the darkness of night. The tranquility observed in the interwoven REAlationSHIP between these two cosmic forces is by no means a mistake. If we simply witness natures unfolding, we come to see we are simply a sparkle of the greatest masterpiece, and our role is to symbiotically live here in peace and harmony; to BE here NOW. The moon does not attach itself to the mourning of the rising sun, for her knowing is that she will too be illuminated once again.