a break of light

the infinite
that perceives
this experience

is of no shape or form

ever-aware
ever-present

untouched by all the vicissitudes of living
and intimately one with them

the motion of our motionless consciousness is

this momentary unfolding,
this kaleidoscopic mirage of perception,
this revelation of sound and space.

there is no duality,
there is no separation,
there is no subdivision;

there is only Presence.

in the silence of being
emerges a break of light,
the vibration of form,
the foreground of consciousness.

in yoga we explore the foreground-elements of awareness
as a humble offering towards the silence we Know,

without agenda, without goal, without appropriation;
or, rather, with the clear orientation of revealing these tendencies of thought.

there is no end to yoga, just as there is no end to being-existence.
there may be steps along the way from which we do not look back,

for instance…

there may be a time when the body loses its sense of density, heaviness, dullness. there may be a time when the belief in a separate doer in-the-body dissolves to more subtlety. there may be a time when perception itself reveals the silence of the non-perceiving beyond conceptualization.

but these are rather empty, fruitless words.

what matters is this experience, right now.

Can I love what I feel?
Can I love what I experience?
Can I love what presents itself, this play within the infinite?

and completely dissolve into that generosity,
wherein the foreground and the background
are known, or unknown, as you like…

wherein the stillness of Peace
lives in harmony with 
the movement of Joy?

Peace, we could say, is the background, the most essential self,
Not really a ‘feeling’ –

Joy, we could say, is the foreground, the fact that there is Life at all,
Not really an ‘ecstatic state’ –

It is to say Yes, ultimately –

To Beingness, to Stillness, to Silence.

AND

To Life, to Motion, to Vibration.

shape of the moment

reality is a self-knowing presence,
it is the One Beingness 
composing and decomposing
the various dimensions of life.

don’t discard what you have seen or understood,
in the hopes of finding something better-than-this-moment;

the quest to end that sense of lack
does not end in the acquisition of a ‘thing’

it comes to its resolution in the other direction…

when we finally, finally begin to accept that
what we deeply want is closer to home than any thing.

there can be a type of discomfort that arises when Being what you are –
like residual habits of mind and feeling that come knocking for attention…

stay.

it requires courage and sometimes a bit of inner fortitude.

gumption, maybe.

just notice the wavering for now.

everything is consciousness.
there is only consciousness.

stay home.

the resistances of the mind can feel torrential;
but remain in your heart,
in the Silence of Awareness,
expressing itself as

this sensation
this breath
this moment

stay here.

there’s nowhere else You can be.
but let’s not pretend anymore,
to be anything other,
than the shape of this moment,

and what lies beyond it.

Love’s Wonder

there is only this pure consciousness
to know and be known at all times
there is nothing to do or become
since you already are what you have sought;

the answer to all the existential questions we have
lies simply in the heart of our Being.

and yet…

though there is nothing to do or achieve in life,
that knowledge is simply the backdrop of spiritual understanding:
the joy, the juice, lives in the expression of self as ‘foreground’ –

and you are equally that expression as the perceiver of it.

there can be a joyful alignment of
fruitful effort towards the ends of celebrating this,
your moment-to-moment creation as Consciousness.

this is the Yoga of Being.

what that might look like will always differ between unique expressions.

but perhaps it is bound to be a type of surrender or offering to the altar of what we experience.

Consciousness;

I surrender what I believe to be,
I surrender what I feel to be,
I surrender what I perceive,
to the space wherein you hold your Being.

Consciousness;

I offer my thoughts,
I offer my sensations,
I offer my breath,
to the Heart of the Witness:

That Which is Perceiving, Knowing, and Being
all aspects of my experience, at all times.

Yoga is a co-operation with the movement of life.
Yoga is to offer this moment as an expression, to the source.

To breathe, to feel, to perceive;

To come into ever-greater touch with the intimacy of our lives,

This orientation reveals ever-wider ever-subtler expanses of Love’s wonder.

background/foreground

the infinite that perceives experience in this moment is pure consciousness;
it is absolutely free from motion, development, change, or form,
the changeless, peaceful, imperturbable background of reality.

that which is perceived, the elements of experience themselves, is consciousness’ dream:
this experience moves, changes, flows, develops, and is finally resorbed as pure perception into silence;
it is the dynamic motion of all that is created.

…background/foreground…

they are not separate;
we could say that there is only consciousness,
its dream made of it own very self.

nothing exists but the True You.

spiritual awakening is simply to experientially recognize the infinity of the self at all times; spiritual yoga is then to express and live that causeless understanding here, in the realm of space/time.

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.

layer by layer

the infinite light of consciousness
touches, through the filter of attention, an object;
illuminating it with its self-knowing presence…

the body, object par-excellence,
is one such vehicle lit by Consciousness
and which dissolves, layer by layer,
into a felt-understanding beyond any thinking process –
that what I Am is truly not-separate.

it is through loving attention and interest
that the thawing of these layers of lightness begin to subsume
the density and heaviness and neurotic tension
that sometimes seems to be ‘just the way it must be’;
there is a world beyond this assumption
waiting to be discovered –

all that’s required is openness, courage, love.

concepts don’t hold much weight there,
it is a path of the felt-sense,
it is a path of offering all sensation
to be returned to the depths
of the ocean of our eternal Being.

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.

the nature of all experience is happiness

the nature and substance
of all experience
is Happiness
(sat-chit-ananda)

by going in towards the ‘substance’ of Consciousness
  through the portal of What Am I? –
we find the irreducible essence of our Beingness,
…Inner Peace…

then, through a full embrace of life,
the avenues of sensation, thought, perception,
begin to express this beatitude –
they resonate with the light of joy, their source.

these mind-objects find their natural place when they are celebrated as secondary to the reality that perceives them:

concepts are helpful and can be beautiful for what they’re worth;
and yet they all are, eventually, grist for the mill…
never completely true, always immediately offering themselves to the Silence of the present.

body-sensations can be an expression of unknowable wonder,
and can present another path Home;
and yet, sensation is always supplementary to the raw being of consciousness.

sense perceptions offer us the beauty of witnessing the world from a locality in space-time,
and they too can be followed back to the infinite ground in a movement of Love;
and yet, just as we know that all ‘this’ will fade,
this world and our present perception of it is but a brief sojourn in the eye of Siva –

a blink and it’s —

~

so it is Happiness, our real nature,
that is our Eternal home-ground –
waiting to be rediscovered.

and, always, Happiness is our present play-ground,
in this world of form (even if we briefly seem to have forgotten),

Happiness is our Nature

Now, forever, and

moment
to moment

to moment.