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Enza VitaLeo Drioli
   Enza Vita                        
Leo Drioli

Adelaide issue 8 & Sydney issue 1

It all simply is

You are like that wind, gently animating all that it passes hrough…the
tress, the grasses, the clouds, the newspaper sitting on the kitchen bench…pages flicking over in the breeze.

You sneak up on me and catch me unawares in these moments…are you looking out for new ways to find me?… to catch my attention yet again?…

I must be like a fish…difficult to net and when you do, I so easily slip away, jumping back into the ocean of distraction and unconsciousness
again…

But wait, there’s something different going on here now. You call me more frequently, or is it that I hear you more often these days? And I don’t feel that I’ve been so far away from you…when I do see you…I get a sense that I haven’t been gone long…Ah! That’s it, there is something different about this meeting we’re having now…me with your silence, your stillness, your presence. It’s now me that appears and disappears, is lost and found again…it’s not you! It’s me that comes back to you, for you’re never gone, you are always here, always present…and when I come back to you, we are one …yet again.

It feels like the relationship has altered. I am immersed in you…in your truth, always…and you, by your very presence, seek me out…And when I am found out, I am caught in your net and pulled out of the ocean of my fantasy…And find myself here, on the shores of your being, yet again…

As the breeze crept in this morning, raising the pages of InnerSelf…it also stirred the pages of my soul…And as I looked up and saw your face I took a sigh and remembered…You are here.

As I write these words, I trust that they may be of some use, but they are clumsy boulders that sit smack in between us…the waters of God lap around these words as do the waters of a river flowing downstream. But, other than silence, what else do I have? Of course, I see, yes…there are other ways…You do it by simply being...being always present and available. Am I to do this too?

“Whatever works…Whatever it takes,” I hear you whisper through the the rustle of the bamboo outside my window. Is it this simple? It is…I know it is.

“I am here…and I love you, as I love all of life,” you continue to whisper. “My nature is love. See me in the light that glistens on the leaves…hear me in the sounds of the water fountains splashing joyfully around the house…the wind in the trees…the cars in the distance…the door squeaking open…Feel me in all that meets you…Taste me in all that touches you…Seen and unseen…Find me wherever you may be for I am always here.

“This flow, this grand sacred movement is the eternal celebration of the moment, the great cosmic dance of life…And, as you awaken in this dance, your heart will resonate to the truth-filled presence… you won’t be able to contain it…And you too will dance this sacred dance of the eternal.

In this dance we are one…I and you are one. There is no difference here, nothing to separate or compare. The waters of life simply flow through all of life…It’s one water.. The ant is as spirit-filled as the tree… as is the cloud…as is the wind…as is the truth of who you really are.

“Release yourself from the conceptualization that you are or are not…It
all simply is. Let the presence be, let it express itself through you…as you, by simply being here. And remember to let yourself off the hook… regularly. All you need do is release yourself from any idea of who and what you are and the holy waters within will become clear, unobstructed and self-evident. No need to mock-up imaginary scenarios of enlightened living…let all that go…and simply allow for the truth of what is, to be.

“Yes, there is a journey but, in truth there is
none. And your ‘No Journey’ is also mine, for we are…one-spirit…one life…Be embraced by this, let this me/you-ness be as it is and celebrate
it daily.”

With love,
Leo Drioli and Enza Vita.

 

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