It is beyond comprehension of course, not meant for the consumption of a physical brain emotional body, so it is no surprise how scant and obscure and beyond our reach is any knowledge of the integral and intimate degree of connection and reflection in that “up there” – (which is)(Sat Nām)(what it is) – with what we are caught up into “knowing” as all there is down here, mistaking it critically, as we do, for all there is.

If we only knew!

If we could only kick (or perfect) the habit of thinking.

Quietude would tell us all.

We are lost like Piglet queuing in line (in all anxiety) as we are for access to something that requires no waiting, wasting time which in its nature is always recycled and is always now and can’t be wasted.

Quite more feasible than we assume is our ability to take a sad song and make it better.

If I could tell it to you in a parable I would.