Light of Being

the light of being
at the core
of what we are
radiates itself out
from the unknown

rays of bliss
thunderbolt
to the surface
unexpectedly

they say:
‘Seek no longer! You are That which you sought!’

they say:
‘Be and Know this: You are Pure Consciousness!’

they say:
‘the game of Hide and Seek has come to an emphatic end;
and now, the playing field is wide open –
what does Today have in store?’

infinite reality is this one
here and now
never lost, never gained;

the true sun will always shine

Being’s Rest

early in the morning, just before waking
the body wrapped in a cocoon of sleep;
there is Pure Presence without differences.

just as

late, upon falling asleep,
the body relaxing joyfully into deep rest,
Consciousness remembers its infinity.

in the waking state
where objects arise, shifting multiform,
Awareness plays the game of a seeming-duality,
where in Reality, its rest remains absolute.

and the dreamed world at night
whose objects are less dense:
a translucent half-way point
towards Silence.

birth and death,
moments in time,
space-bound events in a life;
Awareness is free of all
the transformations
that we may believe
depict its bounds.

at any moment, there is only the meditation of consciousness –
which includes all its arisings –
but is never limited to them.

Being is always at Rest.

The Radiance of Silence

To True Silence:
not the silence of the mind,
nor the silence of sound,
but the silence that lives in the Heart of our Being…

to this Silence, we are bound.

ever-present as the background,
the wellspring of infinity,
waiting – always, just on the other side of Form –

this is the True Silence to which all reverence is due.

it is the silent response in answer to the question ‘What Am I?’

the exhalation of breath
subsumes into a stillness..
there is a pause, before the birth of the Inhale,
where this Silence can be felt.

it has been called – turiya – the non-objective state –
that which resides over waking, sleeping, dreaming…

in this space before the inhalation,
all of our arrogances and presumptions,
fears, desires, appropriations, objections,
all are offered as silent sacrifice to the Absolute,
and she churns them, in her fireplace of Creation
towards the explosion of life that comes with each in-breath.

For True Silence is not nothing;
It is Being,
It is what Is,
and in Its inestimable creativity,
it is that which births the cosmos and Life,
as this radiant display of energies playing the multitudes of a cosmic embrace,
energies mirrored in the subtleties of the body itself.

True Silence is not death,
It is the Silence at the heart of Life, eternally…
It is the Light of Awareness, this
The Open Radiance of Silence.

Freedom to Love

Love is our innermost;

It is a natural outpouring
that expresses itself, continuously,
from the inside out and from the outside in,
where, in fact, it can be seen that the inside is the outside,
and all this play of manifestation arises in the heart of our Being.

When we set aside our habitual barriers of assumption –
about the way things ought to be, about who I am and who you are,
what remains, inevitably, is Love.

But true love is Free, it is not bound by any rules of the mind, so:

if we believe love belongs to us, or to another person –
if we believe we are owed love from our environment –
if we believe we have given too much love and now we must close our hearts –
then Life will always find a way to prove us wrong.

Love doesn’t belong to us; we belong to Love.
Love isn’t owed to us; we are Love.
Love cannot be given or received, it is not a quantity that can be gained or lost;
but, to be sure, the only way to be truly hurt in life is to close your heart for good…

Love is the natural expression of our Freedom;
and Freedom is the natural outcome of a genuine Love for reality.

Perhaps you’ve noticed:
the thought patterns that we hate in ourselves,
the people who we feel cause us our biggest problems,
the aspects of our body that we don’t like at all,
these things never quite go away, and they continue to haunt us –
until we discover how to love them.

It seems to be a rule of life:
When you truly love something, it begins to free itself.

Now, why would anyone love the patterns they hate?
Simply because there is nothing else…
Because life has given you this – and so, it’s for you.
It is a gift to discover.

And perhaps the thoughts don’t even change;
perhaps the troublesome neighbour doesn’t even notice;
perhaps our body doesn’t look different at all on the surface;
but in an innocent and earnest attempt to love, we will always notice a difference.

Because Life is Love.

And because, when you love life, life loves you –
and that’s all there is to it.

an embraced multitude of Self-perceived form

Listen to the world beyond name and form, and you will hear its quiet song –
as it sings to us, before it ever speaks of limits, of that invisible, infinite unknown…
Presence, Animator, unseen and unheard, is what we are, what Life is, the only Being that could be;
and its animation, life’s temporal creation, the infinite motion of That Which Is Free.

that which presents itself here in this world, the shifting mirage of seeming-to-be, is but Being’s embraced multitude of its own Self-perceived forms. it is an expansion out from an infinitesimal point, unthinkable by mind. no projection or mentation could accurately represent the source of itself; however, all projections and mentations are only, ultimately, their source-reality in myriad motion. it is the dance of the invisible, known to itself by itself: for this Knowing is what is truly primordial to all experience. it is pure Being – it is what is.

reality belongs to no realizer, there is no one to understand. the seeming personal development of spiritual knowledge (even if such a thing were possible) would be completely illusory – everything, always, is impersonal. there is no Buddha to be or become or sit like or to make friends with. there is only reality, and its events belong only to itself. this may seem challenging for the mind which is always looking for security in identity, but there is great joy in seeing the total impersonality of all arisings. there is no separation nor division, nor could there ever be from You, Your Self, Absolute Consciousness.

present moment perception seems divisible into world (perception) and mind (viewer location) – but all we know of mind, world, perceptions is objective. a collection of mentations seen from a personal POV, aka a mind, is completely perceived – therefore it cannot be the subject, only the medium through which the true subject perceives. world-and-mind (and body) are all on the same side of the equation: perceived mind-stuff. however, that which perceives all mind-stuff is consciousness, and where are its limitations? it is infinite, embracing and perceiving all its objects. an object cannot be known other than in Impersonal Knowing, other than as Impersonal Knowing, other than with Impersonal Knowing. consciousness is real, and verifiably so – it is experientially a-priori to know that we are conscious (‘prior to’ any mental projection or position or state). reality is conscious (as no thought, sensation, or sense percept has the ability to perceive). Awareness is real; reality is aware; there is only awareness. the seeming subdivision of awareness into constituent parts is mind-made (and body implied). first, somehow, we have a glimpse that our nature is infinite presence-awareness, then our mind is realigned along this new pathway, then our body is colonized in its feeling, then sense perception is seen as our Self too, then our actions and relationships are realigned in harmony. (it doesn’t happen in any one order, but for the sake of clarity it could be elucidated in this way). but, that is all from the perspective of mind! eventually all formulation, cogitation, mentation, projection, thought, word, concept-image must be offered to infinite silence – and nothing remains but peace and joy and any some-such impersonal arisings seen in celebration.

peace and happiness are the non-phenomenal experience of Being which streams through and into the phenomenal realm, rekindling the fire of enthusiasm. the experience of Peace and the experience of Consciousness are indistinguishable, as well as inexhaustible, for they are both words for the nature of what is. we share the same Peace nature, whether it is seemingly veiled by mind-stuff and body-stuff – or not. 

the path to the unveiling of natural Peace is to inquire into the nature of experience until the beliefs that generate psychological suffering are seen-through. a clue, always, is in what we mean by ‘consciousness’ and how, for instance, we think of ‘reality’ different than our ‘self’. 

suffering leads to investigation, leads to inquiry, leads to abidance-meditation, leads to expression. 

all the while, nothing truly changes to that which is.

nothing that disappears is lost

nothing that arises lasts;
but nothing that disappears is lost –
for there is only one substance in reality,
that of Awareness itself.

if there were more than one substance,
there would be more than one reality,
because the substance of the thing is the reality of the thing,
when you boil it down to its essence.

that there is only one reality cannot be proven through words
(though if there were more, would they not arise in a greater One?)
however, it is a suggestion to explore, to investigate, to muse over,
and to follow this deep intuition and enthusiasm,
that leads to openness, and to the possibility that –

everything and nothing,
formlessness and form,
Being and Existence,
are never opposed,
and always not-two.

our reality is unstained by separation:
there is no possibility of separate selves.
separation is simply a suggestion provided by a weary mind
collapsed under the weight of a simple conditioned belief.

in terms of That Which Has No Opposite,
we can but offer a word to the experience,
and a word is a pale object indeed
compared to what it stands for.

maya’s kaleidoscope

the dream of our self-made illusion
spreads out high and wide
over the mystic cover of night-thought,
to the farthest corners of the sublimated mind.

and yet upon touching the unmistakeable,
the sheath of maya is seen

as the mighty charade of a cosmic love-dance…

there is nothing but Reality with which Reality could pretend to veil itself;
– and so –
there is nothing but Reality with which Reality could attempt to find itself.

seek not your Self with your Self;
simply know your Self as all that is True.

and in the clear seeing
that you are what you seek,
the cataclysm of the spiritual search
begins to resolve itself
back to peaceful ash,
now ready to flit alongside the motion of the wind,
it’s only flightpath, the joy of the soul.

for even the deepest contraction has not the power to shift one iota in the ever-present sands of your depth. consciousness is your base, your core, your reality, your home.

underneath all concepts lies an undisturbed truth:
we share the very same Being.

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