The Innocent Presence of a Child

Each one of us was once
A master of innocent presence
A zen master
Born awake and enlightened
We didn’t have to seek it or do inquiry
No meditation necessary
Simply a natural awareness
That required no effort
And with no attempt to hide it
Or to explain it

And upon that innocent presence
Was built a structure called you

At first it seemed so solid
But as time brought experience
It became unstable
And a longing arose from within

For something more
Something more than this structure

But more will not ever happen
More is an illusion

Only less will bring what is being longed for
A seeing through the structure that was built
And a celebrated return to innocent presence

For the zen master is still in there waiting
That which is true never dies
But may be covered up by that which is false
Remove what is covering the light
And there it is.

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Leaving the Dream World

The dream world is pernicious and insistent
Inside it you believe it to be utterly real
Everybody does, that’s how pernicious it is
And you have to be asleep to live in it

Upon stepping out of the dream
Either permanently or temporarily
You realize it is utterly illusory
And only offers a facade, an appearance
And that Reality is somehow hiding inside the appearance

This may well bring you to your knees
Shock you to the core
Totally undermine you
And completely mystify you
What you once believed, all your life,
Has turned out to be a false construct

But that’s it, once the spark has caught,
Once glimpsed, felt or experienced in some way
Reality calls you
The fire has started, the seed planted
The sails have been hoisted
And there is nothing you can do
But set sail

And then the journey really begins
That’s the true voyage
The one your heart wants
The one that speaks to your soul

And of course you will meet storms and tempests
Even monsters and dark shadows
But it will forge you and grow you
In ways you could never imagine

And pretty soon the dream will be far behind
And appear small and innocuous
And those still inside it, believing it to be real,
Will touch your heart
And your love will reach out to them
And maybe you will touch someone with your truth
And your tenderness.

Come Back to Presence and Be A Master of Your Mind

Come back to what is true
Here and now
In this moment
Don’t follow your mind
So easily and so willingly
You are not a sheep

In these uncertain times
The individual and collective mind
Goes mad with its projections
And it’s imagination
And will buy into a million possibilities
None of which happen
And all which create fear
If you want to be a useful warrior
Be the still point of presence
And rest in the unknown
That is where your true power is
That is where your mastery is.

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The Curious Game of Duality

Everyone is connected to everything
Yet each one feels entirely separate
What madness does duality bring
To deceive us so convincingly
It is an unfathomable mystery
That horrifies and delights
As though a curious game were being played
And when you realize the truth
The game is over
And true living begins
Not two but one.

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When Realization Dawns

We imagine we are all alone
Marooned in a hostile reality
When the realization dawns
That this is an erroneous thought
Of an unexamined mind
The ripples of laughter, tears and relief
That resound throughout the universe
Create a wave that others feel in their bones
I call that love.

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Release the Mind

To sit in the emptiness of it all
Wordless. Silent. Present.
Without trying to understand
No rationalizing or strategizing
No attempt to fix anything
Or make it wrong, or right
All argument with life finished
At least for this brief time
Just listening from openness, as openness
Almost passive yet fully alive
What a gift
What a moment of peaceful union

We are tyrannized by our own thinking
As though the mind were a machine
That, once switched on, will only turn off
At death

The need for mastery of mind
By seeing its incessant nature
Its relentless mechanism
Is a boon to the human experience
We can do this by releasing it
And realizing it is not who we are

We are wordless, silent, present.

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Consciousness Wears a Mask

The ego self is a disguise
Behind it is openness

Consciousness wears a mask
We pretend to be a self
But really we are not a self
We are are an imagined self

It sounds crazy because it is
And when the ego self is exposed
As the imposter it is
And we rest as the openness we are

Truth is seen
Love is embraced
And everything falls into its right place

We are not who we think we are.

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