SOULUTION = DISAPPEARED SENSE OF “I”
A FREEDOM BEYOND BELIEF!
THAT HAS NO OPPOSITE
NO KILLING FIELDS OF POLARITIES' WARS
BREATH IS THE TOUCHSTONE
FOR FORM AND FORMLESSNESS
OUROBOROS' UNDULATING FLOW
AND SO IT ALWAYS IS
created all this
for your wonder,
and through wonder
you breathe it back
to your Creator.
That is why
even God says,
The bold become themselves.
There is a point in meditation,
if it is true meditation,
when you fall off the precipice of practice
You can no longer resist
the subtle sorrow in your flesh,
that which the Buddha called Dukkha...
the stuff made of stories about a suffering 'me.'
It is buried deep in the rind of your body,
but neatly packaged in the sterile cellophane called 'spirituality.'
Be vulnerable to yourself.
Allow your every distant ache,
the brittle anguish of a trillion nerves,
the secrets of grief,
the worms of rage,
the clogging undigested waste of blame,
this whole discomfort you are,
to erupt in one magnificent purple blossom of pain,
fragrant with the gift of tears.
gushing without name,
and without distinction between good and bad,
beautiful or ugly.
percolating wordlessly out of your molecules,
yet pulsing with photons of fire and swirling suns.
It is holy destruction and healing,
cosmic in scale yet intimate
with every cell of your body.
It is the chaos of possibility.
It is the cleansing
smile of...No Secret Me Any More...
It is pure love,
the stuff of your bones.
Let your edges dissolve.
There is no one else in all
the universe for you to become.
Let your attention collapse and fall into the vagus nerve,
a golden thread that undulates
from your sacrum to your crown.
Rise and fall
through this hollow stem
with each inhalation and exhalation.
It is an effortless, cleansing, energizing way to fall asleep,
then to awaken.
Just thought I'd share this flower of midnight.
I wish you Peace.