storm

I awoke this morning to thick clouds, not just above but all around, obscuring the view of even the close by mountain slopes. And then there was lightning, followed immediately by the crack of thunder.

I was at the heart of the storm, cozy enough in bed, behind sturdy windows. It's as well they were sturdy, for the thunder was felt, not so much heard as felt. One shock wave felt so strong, I really thought that the glass would not withstand it. The lightning, the thunder, it was felt as energy, and so strong, in the early morning hours when meditation comes easily, this energy was so strong that it was not separate from me. There was just this energy, so much stronger than the little personality and ego mind, and all that individual human stuff, that like a tantric event, it washed through me, and simply destroyed whatever little I was there. Everything was the storm. There was only the storm.

And feeling all this, it reminded me that all is energy, pure energy. Everything I see around me is energy. Everything I hear is energy. Everything I taste and touch and smell is energy, pure energy. And looking inside, everything I find here is also energy, the sensations in the body, the emotions, the moods that swing so easily, just like the weather, just energy. And the thoughts – those most laughable things that come into a human life – the thoughts are also pure energy. And the awareness, too, the consciousness itself, pure energy, pure energy.

And realising all this, I also realise deeply, profoundly, that all energy is but one energy, manifesting in different forms, always moving – that's the whole essence of energy – change, impermanence, fluidity. And there is no separation between one expression of energy and the next, or between two expressions of energy simultaneously arising: they are but one, they are but one. There is no difference between the buzz of the fly, the song of the birds, and the thunder rolling. It is all one. It is all one.