Come together

If the world is, in its tiniest particles, designed to add up with least possible residue, then why are we still doubting things will add up on a larger scale?

If it happens, we often call it coincidence, and what we mean is an unlikely event that happens to our surprise. The actual word “to coincide” simply talks about two or more events happening at the same time, resulting in, well, something.
If a pool of lonely atoms arranges to a carefully designed snowflake of perfect symmetry, that’s just science. Whereas, if in our lives, multiple events add up to something that seems “too good to be true”, we are suspicious. Or on the other end, if multiple soul shattering events strike us at the same time, we ask ourselves how we are so unfortunate.
What if all the events that coincide, are in fact attracting each other like the loose ends of atoms? What if the coincidences, the shaking times, are just as carefully arranged parts of a whole that comes together, that will melt into a new structure when the time has come?

And what if our life seems to be stagnating? Sometimes we are bored, feeling as though we are waiting around for something to happen. Maybe not believing anymore there’s anything in it for us. Those might be the times corresponding to the era of the universe finding its structure- imagine, like after the Big Bang. A humongous number of free floating particles, vibrating through space, meeting each other to form, deform, reform… something.

How long it took until there was a snowflake? A tree? A human being?
The chair you’re sitting on?
I don’t know.
All I know for sure is, it eventually did come together.

The Magic of Reality

I used to think there was nothing more dull than reality.
There were times when I preferred my dreams at night to my waking life.
My perception since then has changed drastically, and I owe it to a great extent to spiritual practice and the resulting broadening of my awareness.
If reality seems grey and unamusing to you, I would like you to ask yourself:
Am I really looking?

On the train, when the sun is flickering through the trees rushing by the window, it projects a spectacle onto the retina through your closed eyelids. Nothing to do but sit back and enjoy the view from the inside.
Looking through squinted eyes toward the sun, there are numerous rainbows on your eyelashes only you can see.
In every drop of dew, you can see a reflection of the world.
Every leaf, petal, twig, blade of grass, carries vein-like patterns, similar to your own skin.
The moment a snowflake lands on your skin, melting down its fractal formation with your warmth.
How the ocean’s waves are moving back and forth in an endless rhythm…

It’s not little things. These are the things the world is made of. They are there to be witnessed. To be felt. We are trained to take them for granted in order to be more efficient. But we can decide to notice and celebrate their existence.
If you allow these things to enter your awareness more often, you might be surprised by how exquisit the cold morning wind feels on your cheek.

And discover for yourself that there is nothing more psychedelic than reality.