Heavenletters

… your camera would never hold anything again. Each day would be anew. No backlog. That is innocence.

How very desirable, such a camera. I would trade in whatever knowledge, whatever wisdom, whatever deep spiritual insight etc. I ever imagined I had for such a camera. Taking pictures and not keeping them, not comparing, not obsessing, not being nostalgic, how beautiful and ever fresh.

If you woke up tomorrow and had lost all formality, all recollection of acquired knowledge, all prescribed thinking, your eyes would open innocent and you would, for the first time in a long time, see what there is to see.

This is the dream of dreams. Must be something I remember. Must be the state of affairs before "self" arose and "other" began to be imagined, a faint recollection of what has to be called Oneness but is not captured by any dusty and abstract old label. In this before-self state there is only love. Try to think of someting else. It's not possible. There is eagerness and everything is gorgeous:

You would see colors as if for the first time. You would hear sound as if for the first time. You would feel warmth and cool, breezes and stillness.

It feels both strange and not strange at all that I exactly know this. It's groaning under a heavy crust of bitterly acquired realism, though. Ever tried eating a divine pasta dish with a shovel of dirt on top?

Let go of the past, and your fatigue will go. Your weariness will go. Your overweight will go. All that has been accumulated will go.

Okay, I could perhaps lose three or four pounds before I start looking really scrawny. Otherwise, there's lots of accumulated stuff I would be glad to be rid of. I still don't understand "let go of the past". Maybe I don't have to.

Today your eyes are clearer because I have been clearing them for you. Feel your new clarity. Feel how I have removed past film from you. Feel your eagerness to see anew and to no longer see the old.