So the Sumari song is just a reminder. It’s been translated from an inner language into one that you can understand, but the magic is still in it. It will jog your memory when you’re in danger of forgetting that your life is charmed. Of course, you might forget the song. But even then, you’d only lose a valuable reminder—which would be a pity—but you wouldn’t believe that your magic had gone with your memory. Still, I hope that you’ll always remember that your life is charmed, and that your magic is you; and you don’t have to prove anything to yourself or anyone else to get it!

Here is the Sumari song:

My mind is like a frog

On a lily pad,

Knowing, alone,

But never lonely.

My mind is green

And glowing,

Leaping without slipping

From lily-pad-thought

To thought.

My mind sits smiling

On the pond of my being,

In morning and evening,

Always knowing the time,

Yet not needing

A clock.

Sumari Time

There are special moments that are open channels in which a different kind of time emerges; an inside-Sumari kind of non-time. And in that time, everything is miraculous. One hour of it is worth—well, days of ordinary minutes. In Sumari time, you can learn something in a twinkling that might otherwise take years, and insights spring up, brilliant as fresh fruit, for the picking.

This Sumari time is the special heart of time, and contains its real meaning. Again, it’s really a non-time, always new and shiny, and it contains secrets that are secrets only because so few people realize that this glittering time exists, and right in the middle of the regular time that they know.

Now, in earth time, so many minutes add up to so many hours, and when you’re living in that framework alone, then so much time is needed to get things done. But inspiration is quite different. It seeks out those special moments when magic leaps from one world to the other with such ease.

And each person has his or her own key to Sumari time. All you have to do is use it. You can write or paint or learn things or solve problems or just be supremely happy ten times as well in one hour of Sumari time as you can in ten regular hours.

Of course, Sumari and earth time coincide, which is tricky, I admit. And earth time springs out of Sumari time, but people divide up usual time so much that they never realize that time is really whole.

So, Sumari time is whole time, since we’re using the term “time” at all. Later we’ll dispense with it entirely. But right now the trick is to recognize Sumari time and use it.

If time were a fruit, then Sumari time would be its nectar and essence, and if time were a holiday, then Sumari time would be Christmas.