Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? Charles Bukowski

This morning I drifted into an ecstatic state. The ocean’s gentle whisper coupled with the rhythmic wave-pulse embraced me like my mother’s arms and carried me away. Away over the waves and clouds, away from anxiety and worry, my spirit was euphoric – away from this place and into the All. I was with the birds in flight, the clouds adrift, as my soul was soared aloft on wings of sea-spray and foam.

There was no separation between the Universe and my heart. I felt as if I was a reflection of sanctified authenticity and it of me. Laughing with a child’s laughter of unbridled discovery, I shooed away time when it tried to impose upon me a limit to my elation. I had nowhere to beI just had to BE. Regenerative love/unconditional acceptance/blissful euphoria. The rediscovery of my true self was revealed to me in unadorned wholesome innocence.

My seaside sanctuary became a portal into the humble glory of all-embracing LOVE. The unquenchable fire of life roared through my marrow. Time before and after time; life before and after life; the path of the eternal NOW opened. All that I am was condensed into a glowing mote of superconscious dust. This description is after the fact as no words were uttered or heard. There was only the me I was before I was told who to be. The same child’s mind that pondered the patterns of sunlight through green leaves and gleefully tasted the first snow fresh and crisp on his tongue is still reflecting upon the universe.

I realize now, hours later, the person I was is the person I always have been. I have just been wearing various costumes and masks to suit the moments within society. The happy little boy on his grandfather’s knee is the same single father who held his children in his lap reading bedtime stories; and is also the mature man who walks with a satisfied smile on his face when he sees his wife join him beside the ocean. That smile I saw reflected in my children’s eyes as I kissed them goodnight, is the same smile my mother saw as I drifted off to sleep in her loving arms. We all are blessed to be here, no matter the pressing problems or momentary doubts. We all are one with the sky, the sea, the land, and one another. So it has been, and so it shall always be. Love and Peace.

Published by cewheeler

Writer/Artist:12 years in China – univ. lecturer: writing,poetry,culture; editor – magazine/newspaper & actor. 40 years students of the Tao. Traveler. Father. Read my books at: amazon.com/author/wheelerce

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