Oh what can possibly be uttered,
Of that beyond all time?
Which apparently asks for nothing,
Nor questions as to why?
Life, the greatest mystery,
Oh what does it all mean?
Is there something lying beneath,
The surface of all that’s seen?
Amidst the suffering and chaos,
There lies the greatest gift.
To live life anchored in the Self,
No longer seemingly adrift.
In this crazy world of opposites,
Is it possible to simply see,
That experience is but a mirror,
And that there is no you nor me…?
Deep dissatisfaction and striving,
A symptom of forgetting,
The truth of who you ARE –
The source of all the fretting.
Suffering is the great awakener,
Although it can be hard to tell,
That there is a deeper reality,
Beyond mind’s living hell.
What if it was suggested,
You are not what you think.
Would this ease your troubles,
Or take the mind to the brink?
For once the beloved calls,
From beyond even a name,
Nothing remains but silence,
All seeking is in vain.
Diving off the cliff of false identity,
Beyond all ideas and sense of Self,
Beyond the image of a ‘me’,
Outside of conceptual thought and time,
Lies hidden – seemingly from view,
The truth of who you ARE,
Something you always really knew.
Although it seemed so far –
Instantly into life’s heart ‘you’ melt,
Without a sight or sense or sound,
Sweet clarity abounds –
And, what was forgotten – simply found.
My nature is silence,
No words can explain,
To speak of apparent paradox,
Is to re-enter the illusion game.
Upon the deepest letting go,
It’s all so very clear,
That life is forever simply ‘this’
All that ever was, just ‘here’.
Love reigns on ‘earth’ right here, right now,
Impossible to miss,
Ruthlessly ending the search for peace,
Revealing life’s eternal kiss…
Of that beyond all time?
Which apparently asks for nothing,
Nor questions as to why?
Life, the greatest mystery,
Oh what does it all mean?
Is there something lying beneath,
The surface of all that’s seen?
Amidst the suffering and chaos,
There lies the greatest gift.
To live life anchored in the Self,
No longer seemingly adrift.
In this crazy world of opposites,
Is it possible to simply see,
That experience is but a mirror,
And that there is no you nor me…?
Deep dissatisfaction and striving,
A symptom of forgetting,
The truth of who you ARE –
The source of all the fretting.
Suffering is the great awakener,
Although it can be hard to tell,
That there is a deeper reality,
Beyond mind’s living hell.
What if it was suggested,
You are not what you think.
Would this ease your troubles,
Or take the mind to the brink?
For once the beloved calls,
From beyond even a name,
Nothing remains but silence,
All seeking is in vain.
Diving off the cliff of false identity,
Beyond all ideas and sense of Self,
Beyond the image of a ‘me’,
Outside of conceptual thought and time,
Lies hidden – seemingly from view,
The truth of who you ARE,
Something you always really knew.
Although it seemed so far –
Instantly into life’s heart ‘you’ melt,
Without a sight or sense or sound,
Sweet clarity abounds –
And, what was forgotten – simply found.
My nature is silence,
No words can explain,
To speak of apparent paradox,
Is to re-enter the illusion game.
Upon the deepest letting go,
It’s all so very clear,
That life is forever simply ‘this’
All that ever was, just ‘here’.
Love reigns on ‘earth’ right here, right now,
Impossible to miss,
Ruthlessly ending the search for peace,
Revealing life’s eternal kiss…
“Being anchored at the seat of yourself is paradoxically like total freefall with nothing to understand & no place to land. Nothing to do but respond here now to what is happening without knowing why, nowhere to go but where life appears to be inviting you to go this moment – without there ever be-ing an escape from HERE. A continuous flowering of infinate petals from a centre-less centre.”
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