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.

Photo by Victoriano Izquierdo on Unsplash

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.

The Endless Search

Through dark forests he crawled
Across vast oceans
Torn and broken
He searched and searched
In mysterious valley
And the highest mountains
He peered into space
Open mouthed at the sheer majesty
Of eternity as it circled above him
Onwards he went
Searching and searching
More and more desperate

‘What are you searching for?’
Asked a farmer he met on the road.

’There is something missing,
I feel incomplete
Surely we are all looking for this completion
Isn’t this what drives us?’

‘You are misguided my friend,
This is a myth perpetuated
By the blind and foolish
By the ignorant and wayward
By those who seek power over you
And by your own arrogant mind.’

‘But without this sense of incompletion
What is the point of life
Why would we go on
What is the purpose
There must be something more?’

‘Friend, you are scratching an eternal itch
You have surrendered yourself
To the wrong master
Your own mind and its tyrannical ways
You are now enslaved
And held captive
In a myth of incompletion
Whereby you eternally search
And die unfulfilled.

Give up all this searching
And look with your inner eye
The mechanism of lack
That is at work
Just sit there and see like buddha
For one moment

In this simplicity is the truth.’

We never left the garden
And became incomplete
We went unconscious
And drunk with knowledge
And got lost in thought.

We Became God but…

A mighty wave crashed
In our quadrant
Of the universe
A wave of energy
A galactic pulse
Of unknown origin
That rippled into eternity
Broke through the space time continuum
Disappeared into a vortex
And reappeared in another dimension
To say it was unspeakably mind shattering
Would not do it justice

Few people on earth noticed
Or cared
They were busy on Instagram
Posing for selfies
Or fighting
Looking down
Face down
Head down
Consciousness lost in form
Distracted and mesmerized

It’s understandable of course
Life demands our full attention
And swallows up all our awareness
And we forget our true nature
We forget where we came from
We forget our cosmic roots
Our star past

And we imagine we are separate
From all creation
How alone are we humans
Cut off from life by the very mind
That can bear witness to life
Our gift is our curse
While we remain in the sleep state
In truth
Conditioning is our curse
For it blinds us and blinkers us
And imprisons us
Convincing us we are separate
And above all creation
We became god
But we can’t handle the responsibility

So when the mighty wave sweeps through the universe
We miss it
Or just don’t feel it
Or ignore it
And carry on pretending
Everything is normal
When clearly it is not.

 

YOU Are Time and the Eternal

You are the enigma, my friend,
You are the puzzle, the paradox
You carry eternity within you
Your body is the universe
Your spirit is of the heavens
The stars themselves are your ancestral roots

And yet you are governed by time
Each thought rises and falls like a wave
The body perishes
The day’s come and go
You worry about time slipping away
One foot in the bound world
And one in eternity

If you lean too much one way
And forget your eternal nature
You become attached and anxious
Ruled by the great god time
Fearful and imprisoned

If you lean too much the other way
You dismiss your time bound self
And languish in the absolute
Detached and aloof
Head in the clouds, inaccessible

No, your task is,
With the skill and grace
Of a master warrior,
To carry the paradox
Everywhere at all times

This is the great and noble art
To be divine AND human
In the world AND not in the world

And when you can carry this paradox
Into all corners of your life
With dignity and humility
A great and secret doorway will open to you
For it is on the cross
Of time and eternity
That enlightenment happens
And peace becomes us

Time and the Eternal
Are the cross
Upon which
We are all crucified

I say, ‘Go willingly to your death,
You will be surprised by what dies
And what truly lives.’

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

No Destination But Here

Who are we
Going nowhere
As fast as possible
What destination
Do we imagine
Lies ahead
That causes us
To hurtle forward
At the expense
Of living here and now

The truth is
It is our imagination itself
That dangles the carrot
In front of our donkey faces

I have looked into the future
And recognized it is there anyway
Whether I race towards it or not
In fact the most terrifying thing of all
Is that it’s like a an unstoppable tsunami

Time makes the future an inevitability
We are powerless to stop

And yet the deeper we go inside ourselves
We may find
That which is beyond time itself
Beyond imagination of future and past
And that is where we might, through grace,
Find some peace
In the timeless place within
In the silence and emptiness beyond form

There is no destination but here.

The Path of Acceptance

Today I choose to rest in soul’s wisdom
In heart’s peaceful acceptance of
The way things are
I am tired of fighting with it all
Weary of the argument with life
Of how it should be
Or shouldn’t be
Bored of my own righteousness

Today, here and now,
In this moment and this moment
I am going to say
‘This is how it appears
And this is how I will embrace it.’
And I will not add any story
To my experience
Or seek to gain sympathy or understanding
From my patient lover

No, today I will stand here
Empty and silent
In the face of noise

And if someone should ask
How I am
I will say
‘Neti Neti.’