Today truth feels warm.
The sparse English sun pours through the window onto me as I sit on the bed listening to the wisdom of a great teacher. It makes me stop my listening and dial up my perception. Warmth. Like a soft glow on my skin. Instinctively, I give gratitude for this warmth showering onto me. But stillness is still here, and it sniffs a smallness in this act. A small being crunched up grateful to the mighty sun - a star in the magical, unfathomable, all-powerful universe. A remembering occurs - I am. Immediately my full presence is here for the sun, showering it with the shine of my own being - a reciprocal act of true love, a mutual benediction of beauty.
When the rays of the sun match and meet the power of self-knowing, one knows what truth feels like. Today it feels warm.