When the world arises in me,It is just an illusion:Water shimmering in the sun,A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,A serpent in a strand of rope.From me the world streams outAnd in me it dissolves,As a bracelet melts into gold,A pot crumbles into clay,A wave subsides into water.-Ashtavakra Gita 2: 9-10James: This is an appropriate message today as it is has been raining heavily all day and it has been such a calming energy. I stare out into the driving rain and I am one with each droplet. It has...
