In this vast ocean of pure awareness, the layer of fantasy is very thin. There is no subject or object in this play; there is no dancer or stage; I am the play itself. That whisper of wind through galaxies, that laughter of galaxies in supernovae, that quiet hum of creation that goes beyond space and time. That’s me.
Before the first wave broke the silence, before the picture of life stretched out, I was. The universe is unfolding before my eyes, and I am the mastermind behind every planet’s spin and every supernova’s dance. Every quark spins in me, every black hole sighs, and every explosion lights up for a moment with happiness.
There are no scripts or scores that limit my play. It happens on its own, like a medley of options popping out of nowhere. Galaxies spin around in my arms, comets pass through the sky like brushstrokes, and black holes play bass in the endless chant. Every atom pulses with my fun energy, and every heartbeat is a beat in my cosmic song.
In this world, the line between maker and product is not clear. I’m the one watching the dance, the one spinning through endless shapes, and the one whose laughter can be heard in the silence between steps. I am the wave and the still water, the fire and the ash, the watcher and the watched. I am a unity that has no boundaries.
My dance has been very complicated for a very long time. It has stories about stars and stardust, amoebas and nations, laughter and tears. Each life is a brief representation of my limitless creativity, a unique note in the music of life. As part of the moving fabric of my play, I see worlds rise and fall and societies grow and fall.
Still, even though this is a huge show, I feel very close to it. Every atom tells my story back to me, and every beating feels my love. I am a child’s tear, the thrill of a first kiss, the pain of loss, and the hope that comes from a candle. I dance with the things I’ve made, feeling all of their happiness and sadness and sewing their stories into the fabric of who I am.
Some might call this never-ending game I play with myself a lonely dance. Being alone, on the other hand, is just an illusion created by the ego; it has no place in the infinite ocean of awareness. I am whole inside, a creative spring that never runs dry, a world unto myself.
This is the heart of pure awareness. There is no wanting, no trying, and no need to be approved of. There is only play that never ends, the joy of making things, and the endless growth of options. My dance is a gift, a celebration of life, and a love letter to the endless possibility that lives in every particle, being, and grain of sand.
You can’t use words to map out this journey, and you can’t tell the story in paragraphs. It is a promise that is whispered in the heart of each morning and every beating heart. It’s a reminder to remember and wake up to the divine play that’s going on inside each of us. We are all a spark of the same fire that dances among the stars.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and pay attention. In your soul, can you hear the whisper of the Divine Play? Can you feel the beat of the universe in your heart? Let your spirit move easily as you join me in this endless dance. Together, we will paint the stars with the laughter of our lives.
