BE OUT NOW
TOTALLY, PERFECTLY POSSESSED
BY THAT WHICH NEVER DIES
SAFELY RETURNED TO ORIGINAL WOMB
MINDING-MIND < MEMORYLESS BEING
THAT IS REAL
it is the original state of
It is beginningless and endless…
The other half is to be of use.
It's in our nature to try with all our heart, at everything and anything,
until we chance to inhabit grace and come alive.
And being so alive,
we become a conduit for life and a resource for others.
The soul's work is ever-present,
if we can put down everything that gets in the way.
In our humanness, effort is pointed and singular,
while grace is all-encompassing.
Effort is keeping the break in our heart open,
while grace is the light of everything
not broken washing the break clean.
To full wisdom
Knowledge of the world is inferior to
Knowledge of that which
Births the world and is
Prior to it.
Follows no laws nor
Can there be a rule for
The beating of the heart or
The blackness of the raven?
The workings of the world.
Some are discernable
While others cannot be discerned.
It is the dance
Between the two that
Merely the absence of disturbance.
True peace cannot be disturbed;
It resides beyond the reach of disturbance.
Worth more than the acquisition of knowledge.
With memory gone
The past is gone
Relinquishing hopes and fears
The future is gone.
The present is upon you.
In every moment.
You are free.
As waves they come and go.
As ocean they are infinite and eternal.
Know yourself as the Ocean of Being,
the womb of all existence.
These are all metaphors of course;
the reality is beyond description.
You can know it only by being it.
a place without borders, without loss or gain...
Something within you mysteriously recognizes this primal emptiness,
the vast unknowing,
the wonder of what is not.
And yet, there is a belonging that is stamped in the core of one's being,
that nothing can break.
It's full of
dreams. of opportunities, of life and death.
in the world
there are no such dramas...
When all is dissolved, lost, undone,
we are what we [truly] are.
into the strange substance that weaves itself into form.
Yet even when we seem stranded on this shore of existence,
we can never forget that place
beyond the worlds that is always
with you [within you].
It is at the end and the beginning of every breath,
more primal than even
lost in the eloquence of silence...