Everything is Connected

Do you ever watch the rain fall

and feel yourself falling with it?

The ripple of the puddles are but your own body enveloped in a vibrational hum.

When the wind blows,

do you feel the force of its gust pulling you along for the journey?

Your legs  firmly rooted on the ground but your mind a chaotic, untamed mess lost in a storm.

Or when war rages on in a far off place,

do you feel as if it is raging on within you?

Gun shots and screams quicken the beats of your heart and a frightened gasp escapes your pressed lips.

Do you notice that the moment the external world reacts

the internal world of the soul reflects similar reactions?

You yourself are no longer feel like an insignificant actor but the entire play set in motion.

More importantly, what is the point of all of these experiences that were, that is, and that will be?

For if you, as I do, stood back and captured the entirety of this,

you’d realize that this world is but a movie produced by ourselves.

So how does this movie end if in the first place you never knew it has already begun?

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