And have discovered, with a shock…
That “i” am just a thought, a feeling.
Reveling in this Unimaginable Freedom,
Before we go on to think “about” it all.
In that placeless place where I find myself,
Not a thing alive, but only...
The Event of Existence.
To speak of that which cannot be spoken of,
To describe this Great Mystery...
Within which all descriptions arise.
Drowning in Wonder, that "i" do not exist,
And yet… Existence, Consciousness, Bliss…
You know what?
You go on ahead.
And you can tell me all that you've come up with,
In the way of concepts, theories, and conjecture "about"…
This Unfathomable Mystery.
For in the Immediacy of Experience,
In this Fullness, Completion, and Bliss...
ENSOULED/EMBODIED FORM IS AS A VARIETY OF BIRD FORMS
MINDLESSLY GLIDED/MOVED THRU LIFE
CORE’S ORIGINAL DIVINE IMPRINT LIVES
…IS BREATHED BY….
“OLDER THAN GOD”
RUMI’S DROWNING MAN
THE “I” OF IT ALL HAS POOFED
4:32 AM - 7/6/15
Than the going beast
Marking the earth with his track.
The bird flies by and forgets
(As is only right). The beast
Where he no longer is
(And is therefore no use)
Marks that he was there before
(Which is also no use).
For to remember is to betray
Nature, since the nature of yesterday
Is not nature.
What has been, is nothing.
Is failure to see.
Move on, bird, move on, teach me
To move on.
Thomas Merton translation