But am thankful each day for the Pure of Heart.
What’s this? My puppy has appeared, ball in mouth,
Her whole... body... wagging.
May those who seek, find a guru who greets them thus,
In Honesty, Humility, Innocence, Simplicity, and Love...
Their Whole Being wagging.
Chuck Surface
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It's not enough to be imbued with powers, however dazzling.
It's not enough to feel yourself expanded as all that is.
It's not enough to feel yourself as That within which all arises.
It's not enough that others feel great Shakti emanating from you.
It's not enough that they swoon, and declare your mystical greatness.
It's not enough to have a brilliant mind, and an eloquent tongue.
It's not enough that thousands follow you.
It's not enough for the binding sense of self-identity to have vanished.
It's not enough to exist as the Emptiness that remains.
None of these things, and other wondrous things as well, are enough,
If, not yet Full and Complete, driven by desire and fear...
You harm others,
Grasping after love, adoration, power, and treasure.
Wanting, needing, taking.
The Greatness of a teacher, or anyone for that matter...
Is the extent to which the vessel has been subsumed by Love,
The extent to which the "self", driven by desire and fear,
Has become transparent, has ceased grasping, and seeks only to Give.
I'm old, and weary of “selves” cloaked in spiritual glory.
But am thankful each day for the Pure of Heart.
What’s this? My puppy has appeared, ball in mouth,
Her whole... body... wagging.
May those who seek, find a guru who greets them thus,
In Honesty, Humility, Innocence, Simplicity, and Love...
Their Whole Being wagging.
Chuck Surface
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