I am and I contain multitudes.

A breath taken deeply became breath work. A moment of relaxation became meditation and when we felt grateful for just being, it became an attitude of gratitude. As we took what occurred in us naturally and controlled, codified and systemised it, we moved further and further from who we truly were. The story became pre-eminent and what was unnatural became natural and the natural became unnatural.

Yet, in this, the original breath, the original moment of relaxation and that original feeling of gratitude which emanated, naturally remained. Like a shining star above the wasteland guiding all those who felt it back to a place they never left and could never forget. That familiarity; that home can never be forgotten regardless of how much we control, codify and systemise the human experience.

By controlling the human experience, by conditioning the mind, we fail to realise that this appears as an aspect of consciousness - a sliver of consciousness - but what we are is immeasurable. If the drop feels it is only a drop then it is lost. If it sees that its actual nature is the ocean, it can never be lost. Always finding its way home. Only to realise in waking up from the dream, that regardless of how enticing the dream was, it was just a dream.

I cannot be controlled, codified or systemised. I am and I contain multitudes.