The scroll that resides between my mind’s temples is tightly wound. Guarding the secrets of this life and others. With quiet meditation it loosens, revealing it’s ancient wisdoms, unraveling and pouring its knowledge into all the cells of my being. This process is not one of studying or reading, but of a receiving of this precious intelligence. Through this Surrendering there is a realization that the scroll is blank. The universe laughs, ‘How can Being be expressed in words’. Yes I Am here and I Am there and also I Am everywhere.

So my unwound scroll, I now wear like a cape. And as it blows in the wind it is torn from my mind, taking it’s knowledge of everything and nothing with it.