Embracing Our Humanity

Yes I do carry stuff inside me
My bags are not empty
If you cut me I will bleed
I am sensitive and tender
I feel the world inside this heart
Sometimes I am scared
Sometimes I am so open
I disappear like a cloud
Sure, there has been massive transformation
Some might claim this
As awakening
I am unconcerned with all this
I am human
And I am the void made manifest
There is a me and not me
There is a story of Kavi
And there is an emptiness
Inside which everything happens

Yet still there is this humanness
I embrace my tenderness
Each and every nuance of me
I am a tree, grown gnarled
Bent in a certain way
But never out of shape
There is no shape
To be bent out of

Don’t imagine
You can erase your humanity
It is your grace.

 

No Destination But This

Mind, arising in consciousness
Considers all things to be dual
It seeks completion in
Destination thinking
And applies its belief
To spiritual freedom

You, as consciousness,
Believe the mind’s stories
And in that attachment
Is a grave error

The error
Of freedom as a destination
There is no destination
There is the path
The walking in presence
One step at a time
One day at a time
One month, year and life at a time

When the path becomes
Easier and less rugged
It becomes a kind of destination
But it is still a path
That is walked
There is no imagination
That arrival at some place
Will solve the problem.

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Silent Emptiness

Last night I fell in a hole
It just got deeper and deeper
There was no way out
And suddenly I was faced with a choice

Either keep on struggling
Or surrender the fight
What a dilemma…

If I struggled on
It would be pointless
But at least there was hope
Even if it was illusory
There was some reason to keep going
However desperate

If I surrendered maybe it was resignation
I would have to stop running
And face the horror
The pain, the sorrow, the truth
Who would I be if I gave up completely?
I would be entirely alone

Realizing the futility of struggling
I surrendered the fighter to the darkness
Oh did I fall!
As though into eternity
Seeing the ground disappear as I dropped
Deeper and deeper
I left myself behind
I left everything known
Somewhere up above

And I came upon emptiness
A profound silence overwhelmed me
And in that empty silence
There was something new and different
A presence of unconditional acceptance
That filled everything, including me
It seemed to touch the very fibers of me
And I came to know myself as that
Silent emptiness

By and by, the hole, the struggle
The fear, the doubt and confusion
Dissolved

I returned to the world
Subtly, profoundly, quietly changed
Filled with gratitude and awe
For all I do not know.

The Appearance of Form

If I could sum up the history of our species
In one line it would be thus:

The Tale of the Imaginary Other

It would be a saga
Of unnecessary war and conflict
Of jealousy and greed

Friend, you and and I are one
Don’t let the individual masks we wear
Trick you into believing we are separate
There is but one consciousness
One god, utter unity of all that is
The appearance of form
Is not separation
It is the appearance of form
Everything is connected to the same web

The appearance of form
Is god’s delight

We would do well to remember that.