by the
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Removed from all Tellings
ew
“I would have you no other way.” he replied.
“You needn't know anything,
Or say anything.
Love requires… only your Presence.”
Chuck Surface
(Above is excerpt from the full writing below
Read by ew 6 hours after this morning's sunrise)
The Middle of Nowhere
There is no rudder here to guide,
No sail to catch the wind,
No stars by which to set a course,
No land toward which to dream.
I am adrift,
Here…
In the middle of Nowhere,
In the middle of… Everywhere.
What am I?
Where am I?
Where have I come from?
Where am I going?
What is this… Life?
What can such a one,
Knowing nothing of anything,
Say to those drifting by,
In the way of “pointing”.
How is it possible,
That Bliss fills the Heart,
Of one so lost,
Drifting wide-eyed in Wonder,
A Drunkard… not a sage?
And more wondrous still…
How is it possible,
That some “Catch” this Bliss,
By merely drifing by,
Through wordless Grace alone.
What Mystical Alchemy is at play,
Beyond all reckoning of mind and reason,
To bring about “there”,
What Shines, Freely Gifted,
“Here”.
For Knowledge, not present here,
Cannot be imparted,
Nor any Way with certitude pointed,
By such a one.
“How can I help anyone,
When I, myself, am so utterly lost,
And have no knowledge to impart?”
I asked my Baba.
“I would have you no other way.” he replied.
“You needn't know anything,
Or say anything.
Love requires… only your Presence.”
My comfort, as drifting Lovers vanish,
Where Endless Sky meets Endless Sea,
Is that I am not alone in this Vastness,
Not alone… in Endless Wonder.
And my Baba is right,
For the Bliss that inhabits this Heart,
Is born not of knowledge and certitude,
But from the Holy Darkness of The Great Mystery.
This Bliss is born of Endless Wonder,
Of Surrender,
Of rudderless boats,
And those Beautiful Beings…
Adrift as I.
Lost beyond all hope,
And Found,
Here…
In the Middle of Nowhere.
Here…
Home.
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