Tallying karma,
Or a Rubik's cube in the other,
Challenging you, against all odds,
To “Figure it out”.
Grace knows nothing of such cruelties.
When Attention, wandering in the world,
Turns inward,
In quest for The Heart's Desire.
To the first turning inward,
Through the long, wandering trek,
And the vanishing into Pure Being…
Is not everything the functioning of Grace?
Of seed to Blossom,
Of ember to Flame,
Of Longing to Fulfillment.
Of our own Pure Being,
Pulling “i”,
To its Ultimate Oblivion…
And Benediction.
And the mind's Wonder
Arise from Grace,
As Grace.
Is not a “consequence”
Of conditionality,
Of causality.
Drunk with Longing?
Do we choose to have a mind
Moved by Wonder?
Grace that moves us,
And Grace that sustains us,
Until we Vanish…
Wording
by
Chuck Surface
12/29/13
GRACE
Grace does not hold an abacus in one hand,
Tallying karma,
Or a Rubik's cube in the other,
Challenging you, against all odds,
To “Figure it out”.
Grace knows nothing of such cruelties.
Grace is the power that comes alive
When Attention, wandering in the world,
Turns inward,
In quest for The Heart's Desire.
From the first awakening of Longing,
To the first turning inward,
Through the long, wandering trek,
And the vanishing into Pure Being…
Is not everything the functioning of Grace?
Grace is the power of “Fruitioning”,
Of seed to Blossom,
Of ember to Flame,
Of Longing to Fulfillment.
Grace is the gravity
Of our own Pure Being,
Pulling “i”,
To its Ultimate Oblivion…
And Benediction.
The Heart's Longing
And the mind's Wonder
Arise from Grace,
As Grace.
Is not everything the functioning of Grace?
Grace, as my Heart speaks it,
Is not a “consequence”
Of conditionality,
Of causality.
Do we choose to have a Heart
Drunk with Longing?
Do we choose to have a mind
Moved by Wonder?
It is Grace that calls us,
Grace that moves us,
And Grace that sustains us,
Until we Vanish…
In the arms of Grace.
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