I remember an image that my brother gave me some time ago: he remembered an occasion when I was about 2 years old where he looked into a room where I sat alone on the floor and was playing with something. I was sitting in a sunlit circle, and was deeply involved/present with something.
When he gave me that image, something in me remembered: it was God I was engrossed with.
And the mind in that 2-year-old was not 2 years old: this was an intimate relationship.
Apr 13, 2012 @ 16:18:13
What a lovely thing to share. Thanks.