BEYOND WORDS, THOUGHTS, TIME & SPACE
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TAO CORE PRESIDES
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4:36 AM-1/16/17
The moment-to-moment Experience of existing,
Imbued with the Ecstasy of Pure Awareness,
Timeless, spaceless, objectless... selfless,
Diminished in its arising in Form,
But unmistakably “of” its Source,
Water from that Ocean, Light from that Sun.
To the Hindus… The Ananda of Satchitananda.
To the Christians… The Presence of the Holy Spirit.
To the Sufis… The Perfume of The Beloved.
A River of Formless Pure Awareness,
Flowing effortlessly into form,
Into the Wellspring of the Heart,
Overflowing… flooding even the physical form,
With Fullness, Completion, and Bliss.
On the level of psychology and emotion,
Not simply a profound understanding,
An apperception born of knowledge,
But the Orgasmic Ecstasy of Union.
But with eyes open,
Here…
In this Dream of manifest existence...
Formlessness Shining into and as Form.
Her Heart beating in ours, as ours.
The Embrace of Shiva and Shakti,
The Ecstasy of their Union.
For others... the touch of God.
By the ever-changing circumstances,
And vicissitudes of conditionality,
Even as storms rage,
In the realms of psychology and emotion.
Ever-present, as Unimaginable Grace,
Even in moments,
Of deepest Sorrow, Deepest Despair, Deepest Fear.
Shining as the True Sat Guru,
The True Murshid,
The True Teacher,
In the Secret Garden of The Heart.
The Comforter,
The Teacher,
The Beloved.
The single… most… important… thing.
Except, of course... for Liberation,
Which is, quite clearly,
The single… most… important… thing.
Which is, quite clearly…Liberation
The cessation of the felt sense of “I”,
The vanishing, across the whole of Being,
Of the contraction of “me”.
The Ancient Memory of “myself”, vanished,
Even as memories remain,
Of a life lived only by… Life.
Now… Only Serene Emptiness.
No one, no thing,
Where I had been.
Emptiness… Fullness.
Concern for Stature, vanquished,
With the vanishing of the one
Who would be made great, or brought low.
With the vanishing of the one
Who would become so.
The cessation of identity with anything,
Even with “That”,
Even with… “Consciousness”.
And with that vanishing…
The end of all grasping, all seeking,
Resting, at last, as…
Unlocatable Aliveness.
In the Deepest Subjective Experience,
Untouched, Unmoving, Impenetrable.
Liberation is, quite clearly,
The single… most… important… thing.
Except, of course... for Illumination,
Which is, quite clearly
The single… most… important… thing.
Which is, quite clearly…
Endless Enlightening
I don't care for the word “enlightenment”.
So exalted, so elevated,
So… final.
A word encrusted with aeons of debris,
Mired in cultural mythologies,
Reduced by pundits to exhausted concept.
A word defiled,
By those who wrap themselves in its glory.
Awakening, Realization, Enlightenment.
I cringe.
How would I use this word,
This dirtied finger,
Pointing at the moon?
I would change it from noun to verb,
To… “Enlightening”.
And the Inexpressible Freedom of Liberation,
But more… so much more…
What more… I cannot say.
For this Experience of Being,
Is ever and always,
A Great Mystery.
But of a certainty,
No finality, no summit attained,
No “perfection” achieved.
I would call it a Way of Being,
In Honesty, Humility, Compassion, Simplicity.
The single… most… important… thing.
Supreme blessedness, benediction, grace, bliss, ecstasy, exaltation, divine joy, divine rapture.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
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