Oops. The Morning Five is eleven minutes long today, so when you begin, allow enough time for that if you're able to. I begin here searching for the inner depth of my being, which is buried underneath my outer manifestations and not always visible to me. Yet the kind of seeing that I need to have in order to come into contact with this inner being is not a seeing of the eyes. For the eyes of the inner body are sensation. And this sensation is quite different than anything I think I may know about sensation. So I have to begin, before I do anything else, throwing all of what I think I know away so that I can come to the threshold of what is unknown within me. Every particle of my being is connected to one another, and yet I have no practical understanding of this matter unless I enter a much more intimate and direct form of contact with the being body. And everything that is possible in terms of my inner life begins in that place. For without the sensation, I have no eyes to see within myself, and I am as a blind man or a blind woman, groping through my life to try and touch something real. Yet already, as I acknowledge this, the light of the body begins to flicker, calling me towards it. And in order to approach it, I become very still as though I were stalking a firefly in order to catch it and had to approach with respect for its being. There is a single spark in the soul that ignites sensation, an eternal light, that if I only knew it, were connected to the very cosmos itself. For all beings draw the inner light of their own soul from that source.
