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.

nothing needs to be done

nothing needs to be done
there is infinite peace already…

we simply have to notice
that in some ill-advised moment
we have made an assumption
about the nature of things
that continues to haunt us
until we bring it to the light.

the assumption is simple
but its ramifications run deep –
into the systems of thinking in the mind,
into the habits of feeling in the body,
into the patterns of interacting with others,
into the make of our everyday life.

it only takes one moment of openness
to realize that Presence has always been here…
but it takes sometimes a lot of love,
a lot of time and a lot of life,
to allow that Presence to infiltrate every realm.

We are that Presence at every moment,
but to understand and feel that,
even in the midst of life’s full effulgence,
can be a challenge.

nothing needs to be done,
there is infinite peace already…

and the infinite calls us at each moment,
even through the alleged troubles we face;
until the troubles are outshined by a grace
that cannot be perturbed in its perfection.

without formula

how would I move in the world if my body was an expression of happiness?

how would I speak and what would I say?

how would my interactions be coloured if all there is, is Love?

what would my thoughts be like as expressions of the intelligence that creates?

how would I look out at this world, present only in my heart, Awareness itself?

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upon the realization that there is only one reality – a conscious, aware reality that perceives all experience within itself, made of itself – thus opens a new door to what we could call ‘spiritual practice’. instead of being driven by lack into the hopes of attaining happiness in some foreign future, the ground has shifted, and the base from which we operate is Peace and Fulfillment…from there, how do we realign all aspects of our lives with the Love of it?

there’s no formula.

the moment arises as it does, experienced as this play of light within the perceiver; and the body, mind, and world act as they do – servants either to impersonal love or to the belief in fragmentation.

non-duality is the realization of the beginning. the rest is an expression of universal freedom channeled through the individual mind. a practice that comes from this joy, in my opinion, can be an expression of this universal symphony, played as if there were an individual musician possible, when all arises in this creative sea of cosmic silence.

nobody seeing

the problem with concepts is that, if misdirected, they can seemingly justify the belief in a limited knower. who is the “I” who knows anything? consciousness – not a mind. but the mind, subtly, seems to be able to appropriate the understanding to a belief in being an awakened, limited being.

perhaps the true place of concept and thoughts (beyond practicality) is to point to the truth. but once that’s done – once the belief in separation has been un-checked – there’s not really any need for spiritual concept.

we can ‘ride’ a concept to the experience of Being – in a moment of availability, the old belief system drops, and there is a glimpse beyond the mind – a glimpse of consciousness. but when the body points to awareness – points in its transparency towards the infinite – we experience ourselves again without the use of concept – and the sensation is felt as the emotion of the moment.

to feel the surrounding objects as an extension is to release the body from habitual contraction – but sensation continues. the body points towards consciousness – is a vehicle to that experience – but still, sensation continues. in the present sensation there is a whole world beyond concept.

how do you describe a sensation? failure is inevitable, although you can be poetic and try – fail more or less beautifully.

naturally, the body seems to become the guide through life – although ultimately the guide is consciousness, is life itself – the body in its wisdom seems to function organically, no need to superimpose an agenda.

it is seen in the sensation that I am the nobody my mind cannot see.

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.

Past Those Palace Walls

even in those times when we have no choice
but to offer our humble lot to the Above,
when we are undone by life’s firm grasp in
that way she shakes us free from what we are not –
could it be that this too is perfect?

there and wins and then there are losses
our lives tend to flow between the two
but some become so distracted by winning
never seeing in fact, past those palace walls,
that true Freedom only comes from loss –

the loss of everything you took to be you.

this is not a somber loss, it’s only the mind that thinks it must be so –
firmly attached as it is to the belief to be separate from the hand that holds:
it is a loss and yet the deepest gain – a gain of nothing, really, but what a nothingness,
the nothingness of divine peace and an opening to Love within.

it comes when we put down the heavy load we’ve been carrying
when we finally surrender our love to nothing but the truth –
all these judgments and resentments and projections and frustrations
must be thrown into the sacrificial fire and burnt to ash
we’ve only held onto them because we are afraid to stop complaining!

life does not punish but rather she is forced to give us tough love
she’s not sentimental – why would she care about those precious feelings –
she wants us to release ourselves into and as the wide open and nothing less,
to stop pretending to do everything ourselves in the face of all she does for us…

so, let’s not worship at the foot of Frustration,
pretending like we are justified in a revolt against Life –
it is simply arrogance to believe that life has wronged us,
when she gives us every opportunity to drop the pretence and Be.

at some point we must recognize that our prayers are answered
at any moment we stop fighting, and let Life pierce our heart open to love;
it’s not about having a bowed head, it’s about saying ‘Yes!’
and getting out of Her way for once.

we have to recognize that suffering comes when we fight against the universe
it is the reminder that we have shelled ourselves away from Her.
peace and love is our nature, begging for us to let them in –
and if you fight the universe – who do you think will win?

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