THE BEING THAT IS NO OTHER
ALL REALMS CEASE TO WOBBLE
THE BEING THAT IS ALL OTHERS
OF TAO CORE
BEYOND ALL CONCEPTS/PREFERENCES
It is the play of desire and fear,
That drives our weary Hearts Within;
Exhaustion, born of those dualities,
Endlessly pulling at our Soul.
Sailing desperately toward the one,
Struggling against the current of the other,
Losing strength with each breaking wave.
Of a Peace, imperturbable, impenetrable,
Where no currents move the weary Heart,
No waves disturb the troubled Mind.
“The Kingdom of Heaven is Within,” he said.
But moved by desire for an end to strife,
Let slip the sails, oh Mariner of Life,
And Surrender your fate to the maelstrom.
To the wordless cry of your Heart,
And you will arrive, the promise is made,
At the Ineffable Sublimity of the Far Shore.
To the vanishing of wind, water, and sky,
To the vanishing of the weary sailor,
Finding yourself Adrift, Nowhere, without your self.
The Ocean You Are, without Beginning or End,
Where nothing yet is, and yet, everything is,
Without yet being.
Fullness... Completion... Ecstasy,
In the arms of The Beloved you left behind,
When first moved by desire and fear.
Finding yourself still Adrift,
Without your self.
In the Garden of The Beloved
November 17 at 1:49pm ·
Plowing the fields is
Cutting the vegetables and
Moving the wind.
It resides in every thing to
The special benefit of none.