The tiny drop makes it seem like it is the biggest expanse and the biggest expanse seems like it doesn’t exist.
The tiny drop seems exceptionally important. The tiny drop wants and needs this and that. The tiny drop tries to be happy. The tiny drop works hard at protecting itself.
The tiny drop is afraid of so many things.
But the tiny drop and its world is just a dream, a miniature experience inside the biggest expanse. The tiny drop is rather irrelevant.
The tiny drop and its attached world have an enormous attraction power. It is irresistible. Life seems real, hot, close, personal. Stuff happens. The drop suffers, dives into pleasure, it desires and fears.
The drop is extremely involved with its own tiny perspective.
Not the other perspective.
Just like an ant lives unaware of the bigger world surrounding it, I am completely unaware of my own vastness, my own unlimited beingness. I live in a tiny part of myself.
When I saw my limitless expansion, the tiny drop dissolved into the ocean.