On Realizing the Nature of Pure Being

While on my way to get a scone and cappuccino

Two days ago I had a very interesting experience upon walking into the town of Catskill, NY for my morning coffee and scone. Halfway there, I started feeling like I was on my death bed — the time of life when I was preparing to leave this world.

Much to my surprise, it was totally blissful. There was no fear, no holding on, no bargaining, and no regrets. Free. I was absolutely free. Gone was the drama of everything. In it’s place, only pure being. Nothing was undone. Nothing needed to be done. There was nothing I had done that I wished I hadn’t done. Perfect. It was all perfect, this feeling, that is — the feeling of just how perfect everything is, was, and will be.

This moment, upon walking into town for my latte and scone, was a great liberation, a moment out of time, a visitation from the other side of sense-making — not so much a “sneak preview” of what’s to come, but the experience, however brief, that behind and beyond the various scenes of my life I’ve played out with varying degrees of skill, surrender, gratitude, struggle, doubt, drama, and laughter was a place of perfect peace – a realm of existence needing nothing to make it better, different, or more than it already was — or should I say, IS.