by
Chuck Surface
Forgive me if I stop here…
Here where I cannot find myself as an object, anywhere.
And have discovered, with a shock, that “I” do not exist.
Reveling in this Unimaginable Freedom,
Before we go on to think “about” it all.
Or “Emptiness”,
Or… whatever.
Where I found myself not to be,
Where I find no thing, but only the Event of Existence.
To speak of that which cannot be spoken of,
To describe this Great Mystery.
Knowing only that I do not exist,
And yet… Existence, Consciousness, Bliss Is.
You know what?
You go on ahead.
And you can tell me all that you've come up with
As you've moved on, in thought, from this Simplicity.
If I appear uninterested.
For in this Fullness and Completion,
I've become rather simple minded.
Chuck Surface
http://gardenofthebeloved.com/
by
Chuck Surface
Forgive me if I stop here…
Here where I cannot find myself as an object, anywhere.
And have discovered, with a shock, that “I” do not exist.
Let me just rest here for awhile,
Reveling in this Unimaginable Freedom,
Before we go on to think “about” it all.
To come up with words like “Consciousness”
Or “Emptiness”,
Or… whatever.
Words to describe what remains,
Where I found myself not to be,
Where I find no thing, but only the Event of Existence.
Words to explain the unexplainable,
To speak of that which cannot be spoken of,
To describe this Great Mystery.
It's enough for me to simply sit here,
Knowing only that I do not exist,
And yet… Existence, Consciousness, Bliss Is.
On second thought…
You know what?
You go on ahead.
I'll catch up with you later,
And you can tell me all that you've come up with
As you've moved on, in thought, from this Simplicity.
Just please forgive me,
If I appear uninterested.
For in this Fullness and Completion,
I've become rather simple minded.
Chuck Surface
http://gardenofthebeloved.com/