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.

it is like a prismatic covering
shifting kaleidoscope
over the soft grounds
of our Being.

the conditioned mind then becomes vexed by belief:
– in contraction, subordination, separation –
and yet upon touching the unmistakeable,
the sheet of maya can be seen through

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.

first, we come together as seeming-beings, closer and then further apart like magnets that can’t decide upon their polarity. relationships begin and end, friendships can turn to betrayal or vanish to the spectre of time, and all our connections serve to tell us mainly of the impermanence of it all – even of our deepest loves and intimacies. the only constant is this life-affirming reminder of our ultimate independence, of our detached sovereignty as Consciousness and as its Expressions.

Life is a lesson in loving detachment – for the goal of Life is not in Life, it is in Consciousness, it is in the discovery that what we long for cannot, finally, be found in this world; and yet, it cannot be missed. it is what we are. we belong to the self, even as life brings us inexorably together and apart.

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

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true welcoming

welcoming is not something a mind can practice,
it is a word that takes us through its doorway into harmony with life,
it is an attribute of consciousness.

in a moment of genuine welcoming
of all the elements of our experience,
the totality of that which appears to us,
we are grounding ourselves in the reality of our Being,
even if unknowingly at first.

there may be a great softening of the edges of things
when the mind realizes there is nothing to fight,
when the body realizes there is safety in this welcoming presence,
when the world ceases to seem alienating and strange.

there may be a deep relaxation which leads effortlessly towards stillness and silence.
all that’s required is to genuinely welcome this
whatever perceptions are here right now.

we can still say ‘No’
we can still think
we can still consider the past and future
we can still get involved in political issues (or whatever)

there is no bypass because in the true welcoming of consciousness
all our experiences are met as they are
without the agenda of assumptions about the way things ought to be

a moment of welcoming
is a moment of innocence

the doorway is always open

we are really this imperturbable, infinite welcoming presence
and to welcome is to remember again our natural stance
towards the life we have emanated out of our stillness

being and growth

reality is perfection already
it is self-knowing infinity,
peerless, singular, universal:

the cosmos that knows,
and that cannot not-know,
is a conscious one-ness…
it’s only rule: to Be.

the objects that we can know
through these, our extremely limited
vehicles-of-perception –
bodies, minds, worlds,
sensations, thoughts, sense perceptions –

always evolving, changing, growing…

and can move ever-towards the creative expression of their essence.

the key is in the upward momentum found thru this aligning with consciousness…

reality never grows or changes
and for that reason it is absolute,
the welcoming Mother of All –

but its vehicles from the source –
objects gross and subtle,
like human bodies and minds,
can grow in transparency, creativity and individual gifts
when they are bound no longer by the pre-tense of belief,
and slowly point back, a little more readily, to where they came.

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and I think too,
as I ponder this more
that there really is something
to leaning into the edge of experiencing –
which means, for me, now, feeling the moment
without the readying assumptions of the thinking-mind
and allowing the body to be the guide to a life informed by Being.

welcoming safety

in Presence is our unconditional safety.

it is a safety
that is not dependent
on any activity,
on any cessation,
on any movement or stillness.

it is a safety
that doesn’t come and go,
unlike all the temporal experiences
dreamed within the infinite subject.

this safety
is the warm embrace
of a loving reality
as she welcomes all things,
without judgment,
without pre-tense and
without reserve.

whenever we feel alone in a cold universe,
sad and unhappy or cynical and afraid,
we are playing a game of hide and seek with God.
it’s a rigged game: she already knows all our best hiding spots!

since one of her great joys is to rediscover herself again,
she plays along like a generous mother,
until, at some point, we grow tired of this game,
and dissolve into the arms of reality.

we don’t have to play that one anymore.

in fact, the whole game –
the hiding, the seeking, the finding, the dissolving,
is just a moment’s glint in the eye of the real…
our nature remains, always unperturbed.

if we could only stop for a moment
and recognize that this conscious presence
embraces us, holds us, creates us and sustains us,
that there has never been any separation in the history of Reality –
then our anxieties and frustrations would dissolve.

we would welcome back the experience of natural safety
that has been waiting for us all along.

true strength is not an egocentric force of personal will:
it is the primordial confidence that we are what we are,
and it could never be otherwise.

this is the true meaning of faith,
found in the safety of an ever-welcoming reality.

to see with eyes unclouded

this pure Being, limitless Awareness,
self-evident and evident-in-reality to itself alone,
a cosmic echoing chamber for the thoughts of the Infinite,
resolves in its nature to unfold
like flowering morning petals in the sunlit mist.

without the veil superimposed by the belief in fragmentation
the experience of Presence is revealed:
now the thoughts spring forth from a new source,
soon the body comes to rest once again in its natural satisfaction…
and slowly, slowly, the remaining elements of dynamism
– like relationship, interaction, and activity –
become ever more harmonious expression of this Love-of-what-Is.

with the eyes of insight, all it takes is an instant
to look clearly at the evidence on the docket –
to realize that this Consciousness shares none of the limitations
of any object we can ever perceive,
and yet, it is inexhaustibly Real.

its undeniable Reality is the essential Reality of all there is…

Consciousness is Real;
Reality is Conscious;
there is only one Reality.

it’s not an intellectual exercise,
it’s to see-without-seeing,
to recognize what is really here,
perceiving our experience all the time,
perceiving Itself, in fact, eternally.

this is the journey
  to see with eyes
    unclouded

one conductor

this little vessel made of sand and stone – this shape that reforms itself anew at each moment – is but a moving pictogram, struck, as they all are, by the light of the origin. cascading waves of desert grain create, in the blink of the eye, a remnant of perception; a bare shift of energy within the creator’s reality. what remains after the glimpse of eternal being is that same sandstone: ever refining, ever deepening, ever opening – a dance of mind and body coagulating into the varying forms of Life’s celebration.

the wry musculature of this formed body asks for release…and simultaneously yearns to be rebuilt, a construction project built on the grounds of peace. It is a failing attempt to contain the multitudes of feeling within – failing because any container will soon overflow where Love is concerned. 

In this little corner of the infinite, I – although which I, I don’t know – learn somehow to play this instrument with a little more precision and a little more grace, to tune in to the harmonic symphony of the absolute where we all all played by the same Conductor. The conductor is fully in charge, and in fact he too is the only one musician with a million faces and a million bows. We could say he works through our bodies and minds as we learn to live in greater harmony with what is here, and all we can do is to truly disappear – to become transparent to him – to rest as our self and allow his work to be done.