UNTITLED THOUGHTS #6

This is new
It’s all new

Memory serves up similar visions
That give the impression
That you’ve seen it before
That you know this
But it’s all fresh

So stay awake
You don’t know what’s coming
The bleeding edge
Face first into the ocean spray of existence
The sharp breeze
Wake up!

The hum of Being
Alive, alive
This is no static field
The fabled flat equanimity
Equivalent to death
Or vanilla

This is life itself
Awake, alert
Even at rest
Electric
Energetic

But subtle
Transparent
Open

This.is.it

So stop what you’re doing
What you’re thinking
For now
Take it in
Rest here

Breathe

Yes

.

Meditation
Is the opposite
Of doing

It’s perverse
In fact
That we consider it
A thing
Rather than
Simply
What Is

It’s like flow
Everyone’s so busy
Trying to get
Into it

But flow is
It’s not a question
Of getting in
But are we ever out?

.

I Am

This Is

I Love

Love Is

Om

.

Be the space of gentle noticing
Be that which knows
Notice that you are
Already that

Meditation
Is effortless nature
Being itself
No more
No less

Zen!
Just so
Thus

And when are you not that?
When are you not thus?

“Confused in mind about Dharma”
The way it is

See clearly
But see

Begin
At the beginning

I AM

“Seek ye first the Kingdom of God”

“Be still and know”

This

Look no further

Rest in the presence of God

I Am That

Thou Art That

All This Is That

Ayam Atma Brahm

.

All you need is here
All there is is here

Now

Abandon your seeking
Right now

Freedom!

Peace

Joy

Love

Bliss

Beyond, beyond

Gate, Gate, Paragate!

The farthest shore
Is here

“The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time”

Home, home
We never left!

Whatever seeking you have left
Abandon it
Now

“Free at last, free at last!”

And never pick it up again
And never doubt

Throw away false notions
Stand free

.

The end of seeking
Is like quitting smoking

The habit is so familiar
That when it stops
It feels strange
At first
Like something’s missing
There’s so much space
A void

But the void
Is bliss itself

Throw away the seeking
Like a bad habit

Make friends
With the space of being

Abide
In your nature

As your nature

As nothing

No-thing

Just this

Not even

.

.

“Are we there yet?”

Yes.

 

 

 



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