Meditate upon these words, my friends. They came to me during a meditation. Written exactly as heard:
Buddhas sit with confidence.
They sit with knowing who they are.
They sit awakened, yet asleep.
Because such is life.
With a flower in their hands,
for those who come.
In bliss we wait.
There are beings in the Universe.
Drops of consciousness scattered among the stars.
They exist since the Creation.
They exist since the beginning.
They are formless, like thoughts;
formless like dreams.
We don’t know what they’re made of yet,
because we don’t know ourselves.
They manifest throughout history as bodies of animals,
in many shapes, sizes, and frequencies of light.
For the reason of expression they choose to live.
For the reason of renewal they choose to die.
We are them that chose us.
We are beings among the stars.