. . . as if the world needs another yogi . . .
I love panting...oops,hahaha...painting. Must have been a Fruedian slip. Good post as usual Doug.
You are the canvas, the artist, and the paint as a premium package :p1Contradiction2Many :p
Visited. Read. Enjoyed.Thank you.
Ha, ha...very good indeed David, you certainly 'pant' a good picture in the mind....;-P
Nice one Rizal, thanks for the wonderful reminder! :-)
Thank you Adila :-)
Just a final comment here...This post was a demonstration of nothing and everything being 'what is' simultaneously. There is only stillness......of course if there is only stillness, than I, the reader, must be stillness, right? If there is only Abundance, which is unfolding out of, and as, the Stillness of being, than I, stillness, must be the source, right? The Artist is Stillness, and Abundant life is my work of art. If my life is anything less than abundant, so what, I'm still the source...Did anyone miss my point?;-P
A balance. Without the Rain sometimes, the Sun on his own cannot make a Rainbow!This is what I see/feel with your words written.I shall ponder on such throughout the day.
Hello SarahA, long time incommunicado ;-))...and very nice to have had you visit here once more, your comments are always most welcome......tell me, are we able to make comments once more on your wonderful blog? I'll have to wonder over and take a gander...
Yes I have opened such again. I apologise for not doing so before now. Life!
Yes...I came, I saw, I commented! Wonderful...