"Beyond the Mask: Seeing the Divine in Every Form"

Consider this, old friend...

Why do we so easily mistake the mask for the face, the voice for the truth, the form for what gives it life?

We get entangled, don’t we?
In the roles people play,
in their noise, their moods, their mental programs—
as if they are the static they emit.

But pause.
Take a deeper breath.
Let your gaze soften.
What if—beneath every personality,
every behavior, every egoic flutter—
You noticed something else?
That sacred hum…
That presence behind the eyes...

The One Life, dancing in a thousand disguises.
It speaks not just through sages and saints,
but through the ant, the rain, the stranger on the subway.

Through the barking dog, the blossoming flower,
and even the one who triggered your irritation.

What if you stopped seeing people as problems to fix,
or forms to fear, and began to see through them?

To the light behind the veil.
The Eternal peeking through the temporary.
Everything—everything—is just one consciousness,
expressing itself in various degrees.

From seed to star,
from shadow to brilliance.
All part of the same unfolding miracle.
So the next time something rattles you—
pause.
Breathe.
Be still.
Don’t react.
Recognize.
The Divine is speaking in a different accent.
The formless is trying on another costume.
Can you see it?
Can you see what’s looking through their eyes
Is it the same light that looks through yours?

You are not your reactions.
You are not your thoughts.

You are not your emotions.
You are the silent awareness that watches it all.
And in seeing that in others,
you begin to remember who you truly are.
Pure consciousness.
Meeting itself in every form.

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