When you get too much of the world on you that which is natural in you starts to struggle.

Space-time is an illusion. So is the notion of finite bodies. It's why, whenever I see you, I ask: 'How's your world?'......because I know we carry infinite worlds inside of us and in one of them, a great spinning star-flung song is trying to wake us up again to the Great Alliance that binds us.

Stop spinning on your busy wheel of pain long enough to hear this: You are not outside the fold of your original preciousness. Even the dawn-bird is heralding this truth each morning, singing to you a map-song with coordinates leading to your renewal.