My first experience of non-separateness was with a tree. Suddenly I was transported to a high point of view, I saw and felt the world through my leaves; and yet I still knew myself as myself, the awareness was unchanged. I was both me and the tree simultaneously, not separate.
And even just now on my way to the studio I felt a moment connected to the trees in the yard. They seemed worried, swaying in the icy wind, and my thought was, "Whatever happens to you happens to me."
I worry about the diminishing number of trees in the world. I worry about my family being safe. I worry about the new light in my studio causing a fire, but I know things are safe. I realize the truth; I'm worried about the studio visit tomorrow and worry seems to stick to every thought.
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