India 5* finding the egg

Where do I pick up the thread? Surely a chronological dispatch is the most rational, yet least inspiring way... When time dissolves, fixed forms loose their space/place.
*exhale....
I have heard that when the student is ready the teacher appears.... my being ready was being desire less I suppose, because a major teaching has come into my life... even talking about it now my chest swells with an egg of light, dissolving everything it touches as it grows...erasing all separations till there is nothing but being, and the awareness and bliss of just being, and not needing to do anything with it, just surrendering to that sensation that exists in the center of all of us, from which we and everything comes from and goes to....
*inhale.....
Art for me has always been a reflection of where my mind is at as it ingests spiritual concepts and tries to transform them into a visual language to be shared... and in this new state of not needing, that inner critic voice that worried about being original is gone...there is just a playful freedom to express with-out expectation of results....
*exhale.....
India continues to enlarge me. Sandwitched between two men on a motorcyle, who are giving me a free lift from a Philip Guston hamburger boulder strewn lake to a monkey temple for sunset, we pass a man crosslegged in contemplation on a rock in the middle of a rice paddy shaded by palm trees...as we zip by I make eye contact, nod my head and bring my hands into prayer position...he looks back and touches his hand to his chest in a moment of reflection-recognition.... This is why I love India... the eye contact and intensity of being which can be shared so fluidly...
*inhale...
I am in Hampi now for a few days, then back to Tiruvannamalai for a bit...just letting life unfold naturally...The me that desires has been quieted by the pleasure of just being. Magic pops out of the stillness....