RELAX INTO IT AND SEE WHAT WONDERS WILL BE WROUGHT.
I AM TAKING YOU FURTHER HOME, DEAR HEART…
.AWAY FROM THE CLUTCHES OF THE WORLD THAT WOULD DEVOUR YOUR SOUL…
.AWAY FROM YOUR OWN PERSONAL THOUGHTS THAT WILL ATTRACT HAVOC AND CHAOS.
YOU WILL KNOW AND BE
ONLY PEACE THAT PASSETH UNDERSTANDING.
NOT UNTIL YOU TOTALLY GIVE UP AND SURRENDER
BEYOND ANY THOUGHT, HOPE OR IMAGINATION,
CAN I TRULY WORK THRU YOU IN AS PURE A MANNER AS IS VITAL AND NECESSARY.
GRIEVE OVER NOTHING.
IF YOU FEEL DISAPPOINTMENT AND GRIEF,
KNOW THAT THERE HAS BEEN A HUMAN EXPECTATION
THAT MUST ALSO BE MELTED INTO THE NOTHINGNESS WITH ME.
REJOICE THAT THERE IS YET ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY
TO LET GO OF SOMETHING YOU THOUGHT, YOU BELIEVED…
THERE IS NO YOU, SEPARATE FROM ME, TO THINK OR BELIEVE.
Words Scribed from that which is “older than God”*
and this is the problem,
for our eternity rends the walls of all our paradigms;
it is an understanding which we try so hard to avoid
because it brings no alleviation to the way
in which we require goals and accomplishments
so as to position ourselves in the fluid complexity.
Yet it brought me to that type of peace
which comes from not needing to partake of everything all at once,
from not desiring to attain what I did not have,
from not needing to be something,
or become something else,
because there is no need to rush about in eternity,
for everything will happen, like it or not,
and it will not cease, and when you know this about the world and yourself
you begin to require less,
and do less,
and you sort of ease back,
not out of fulfillment,
but out of knowing that the all keeps going,
no matter what,
and therefore the little matters begin to fade away,
and only what is eternal remains,
calm in the acquiescent acknowledgment that nothing is ever gained nor lost,
and the passing show will flicker and fade,
as it is wont to do,
and the grief and glory will come and go with it,
but the Self shall continue forward,
softly watching from the other side of dying.
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the one which is both of us, wrapped in the embrace between spirit and flesh,
without reason, without assumption, without concern.
In, and of.
And so I take leave, for I have crossed the line, so to speak.
far-off on the northern, wild coast, forgetting and forgotten,
alone and not alone,
sane and not sane,
alive and not alive,
in agony from the impossible beauty of it all,
bewildered, rapt, and laughing.
Know that the spirit also crashes onto the shore of life,
slowly, ever slowly,
tearing down the solid, imprisoned rocks and islands of the soul,
grinding the stones into sand,
and creating a beach,
a place where we can walk upon more easily,
where two unique worlds come together,
and through our hearts unite into one.
(excerpted from In and Of: memoirs of a mystic journey, by Jack Haas)