Experience is the gift * 5/26/14

Experience is the gift, given every awake moment,

even in dreamtime and then-some.

Well, actually, experience is never the gift,

but it is still given, freely given,

every moment going forward.

Experience cannot essentially be the gift,

but it is wrapping materials of the gift.

It can also be the presentation of the gift,

each moment following each moment.

Experience, even though ritualistically rich in itself,

can only pre-empt the actual gift.

Experience, in its means of providing,

can be illustrious and even most profound.

Experience is only, at best, the messenger, a chaperone,

the intimate environment, a sensory overload, a mirror of reflection, a clear sky overhead, a beneficence of compassionate means, a constancy of river close by,

an audience without judgment, a confident of inescapable presence, but never, by any stretch of the imagination, by any delusion of certainty, by any grand collusion of agreement amongst others, can experience ever be mistaken as being, the gift.

For the gift is, ‘self-love becoming conscious from within’.

Whatever the display, what means as the offering,

self-love, made conscious, is the gift.

And in reception, it becomes a broadcast as an expression of spirit, filling a field of presence, that others bathe in the embrace.

It is a charisma as a source to spirit.

Experience is that everlasting party where gifts are constantly presented and shared ongoing.

And so we have come to conventionally say,

well, “experience is the gift”

yet inwardly, maybe quite secretly,

we, more deeply conscious, are given to wink . . .