Yesterday I learned that reality lies before us and in us, here and now and then and in the future. Truth is simple, inescapable, and in no way separate from ourselves, and we can feel it to be good or bad or joyful or evil but it is none of these things, it is inherently empty, nothingness, space, and energy. To feel one way or the other about it is an illusion, it is an illusion to create that which clings to these feelings. Truth is simply all of these things, it is everything that ever was, is, and will ever be. The moment you focus on a thought about an experience, you are stopping yourself, you are no longer as the dream but blindly passing through it, attempting to control it without understanding, as something separate.
Yesterday I learned that as the wind travels through the tall pines and rolling plains of Julian California, it create beautiful layers of rolling sound as it rides swiftly through down around and over. It shakes the trees, stretching them, deep creaks of relief sing with the soothing whistle; natures wind chimes.