Bluffton Sunset

When we start to believe the 'DVD' featured in the theatre of our minds and become engaged in the trials of the main character and all those minor characters surrounding we often are eluded into believing in the reality of the production- after all, we are the writer, director, and antagonist, but how soon we forget it is only a play of consciousness.

Let the greatest story ever told unfold as it must. Don't forget to turn around every now and again and look towards the back of the theatre to witness the beam of light casting its shadow onto the screen.

Light and shadow; scenes unfolding in perfect arrangement- choreographed, often rehearsed over an over again, seldom boring, and above all entrancing. How fascinating our play becomes to us.

The projectionist can only laugh, I suppose (do you laugh or do you cry?) How silly, how human that we must believe in a beam of light casting shadows onto the insides of our eyelids when we need only open them and witness the reality of our being.

*I must attribute the influence of Paramahansa Yogananda's writings here to this post.