Morning Revelation

​I step out of my apartment on a crisp fall morning, filled with a sense of awe and tenderness wells up in my heart, struck by the very reality of the world. 

Then I hear the great Nisargadatta's voice echoing through time, "Refuse this dream the stamp of reality!" 
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But I can no longer heed his call because today life is no longer just a dream, not a bubble to burst, but dramatically, mind-blowingly real, and in its isness, everything radiates significance.
My soul flutters with delight watching god interact with itself everywhere I look. Everyone a piece of god that contains all of god.

Then, I hear the great Ram Das's voice whisper, "Everything is god in drag!" While it's a lovely statement, it doesn't fully ring true anymore because I now see that god doesn't wear masks, and the world is not just an appearance.

This world of form no longer conceals god, but reveals him/her/it everywhere, all of this is the revelation of god, it IS god expressing itself in infinite ways, god, the multi-faceted!

I smile to myself because today I don't need to peel anything back or strip anything away to look upon god's (many) face(s).