Kosmic Tongue

Among the threads are a number of threads when, taken together, could be called Consciousness. These threads of Consciousness are more densely represented in some portions of the fabric than in others, and are utterly interwoven throughout the fabric. Strung along each of the threads of Consciousness are taste buds on a vast Kosmic tongue, tasting that portion of the fabric of which it can taste in its particularly point in space-time, which often, particularly for those threads in portions of the fabric with only a thin weave of Consciousness, is not much. In all cases, though, the inner experience of these threads of Consciousness, the energy moving through them, is Love.

 

In those portions of the ever-flowing Kosmic fabric where, at a particular point in space-time, these Consciousness threads are densely clustered, the taste of the fabric is richer, more complex, more complete, just as a full tongue gets a more complete sense of the taste of a food than a single taste bud. The Kosmic imperative to taste taste taste is intense in such places-times, fueled by the richness of the flavor of the Kosmic stew and the fact that the tasting process seems to generate more threads of consciousness in that portion of the fabric. Each individual thread, in isolation, is oblivious to the truth of its nature, that of a part of exactly the fabric it is tasting.

 

At a certain point, this cluster of consciousness emerges from the fabric as a distinct feature of the fabric, and starts to behave as a distinct tongue. It moves through the Kosmic fabric tasting tasting tasting all that it can, celebrating the richness of the tasting experience while still oblivious to its essential nature as fabric. In its tasting, the cluster recognizes the ways it is distinct from the fabric, but does not see its own fabric-nature.

 

At a certain point, the cluster, becoming increasingly dense with Consciousness threads, develops a bare awareness of something about that which it is tasting. There's something familiar in this taste, but it cannot quite discern it. The tasting impulse carries the tongue-like cluster of Consciousness into deeper exploration of the increasingly rich flavors it is detecting, causing new threads/taste buds to form. The impulse for tasting can show up as agitation, driving the tongue of Consciousness into occasional (or even frequent) fits of agitation, even despair. Too much to taste, too little time.

 

Then, at a certain point, the tongue stumbles on a particular flavor that begins to reveal the fact that the cluster of Consciousness is, in fact, tasting something deeply familiar, something essential, basic. The tongue's focused exploration of this particular flavor seems to generate more threads of Consciousness in the cluster, increasing the tongue's capacity to discriminate. 

 

Tasting tasting tasting becomes more frenzied as the tongue latches on to the importance of this flavor.

 

Then, in a sudden flash, the tongue makes the critical discernment about this new flavor: it is revealing that the thing that the tongue is tasting is, in fact, the Kosmic fabric of which the cluster is a constituent part. The tongue essentially can now detect that it is tasting itself.

 

The tasting frenzy dissipates, and now the tongue is left with the sheer delight of finding itself in the midst of an infinitely flavorful experience. There is no rush to taste, because the flavors abound and are not going anywhere. The tongue's experience becomes one of a feast: a languorous, delightful meal about which there is no anxiety about sufficiency of time or taste. Abundance is the experience.

 

And because the inner experience of this fabric of Consciousness is Love, what is abundant, above all else, is Love.

 

Welcome to the Feast of Love.