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.

Eternity’s Hourglass

without even the gold-painted husk that once I held as mine own,
realms of rapture become felt now as recalcitrant glimpses,
waves upon a distant shore lost to the horizon,
somewhere barely reached by time,
that false prophet
of mind.
what
emerged in its
retainer, after the slow merging
of sensory murals splayed with seductive colours
and expansive promises, was a return to conscious transparency,
as it was before I was born, transforming this life into its detachment.
there remains an equanimous stillness wherein the seeming continues to grow,
germane to freedom and to the musings of peace, but openly restful within,
without worry nor even care to stop and reconsider
the mind’s former stratagems of self-sabotage;
the wonder without has met the
knowing within.
and so,
consciousness,
the self-recognizing presence,
naturally works its way out of the planted shell
of inquiry and eventually cascades itself outwards to reform
the entirety of the self-experience, until there remains nought to pursue,
other than what, in this very moment, could best reflect the beauty of timelessness.