(Part 2) My eyes are swimming in the luscious fruit bowl… a soul could get lost in there and forget the meaning of regret- as well as the “meaning” of anything else.
I pierce the mango with my fork and lift it to my lips.
As I take it in, my spine straightens, my breathing deepens. I can almost hear reverb in my breath as I explore this precious morsel of the Universe.
The taste of sacred silks- my awareness is overcome with
undulating and infinitely unfolding yellow and tangerine fractals.
Mind, meet Mango.
Mango, meet mind.
This is.
Mango-Flavored
Consciousness.
This is what it means to exist.
Citih Svatantrā Viśva-Siddhi Hetuh
Awareness, free and independent, is the cause of the performance of everything.
This is why the Universe created itself from itself.
This is the dance of Shakti upon the lap of Shiva.
This is why the Goddess paints Herself upon the canvas that is Herself-
The experience of THIS is THAT Action of the Goddess in real time.
The Universe divides itself into infinitely varied forms of consciousness so that it might experience itself…
and Here I AM,
The Universe
Experiencing itself as Mango
Through the consciousness of this human.
The Sense Goddesses rejoice.
The entirety of Creation conspired and crescendoed for this very moment.
The taste fractals begin to recede, to be reabsorbed into the sea of awareness from whence they emanated.
And I find myself coming back into the room.
Wiggling fingers and toes, breathing into my lower belly.
Consciousness slowly becomes more Jess-flavored.
Who knows how long it’s been
What is time anyway?
I open my eyes to see and taste the enjoyment of the other Universes surrounding me, their humans submerged in fruit-flavored awareness. Group awareness arises as we all reconnect to the ceremony and to each other.
It’s quiet.
It’s reverent.
And then someone says, “Dat mango, tho…”
Gut-busting laughter ripples out through the maloca. Tears flow, cheeks sore from smiling as we can’t stop the peels of laughter from continually ringing out into the jungle.
