Beatitude (After Mat. 5: 3-12)


Blessed are the hopeless,
for they have no alternative but the present moment.
Blessed are the disillusioned,
for they awake from their dreams.
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for they are empty.
Blessed are the confused,
for they sink from the mind into the heart.
Blessed are the alone,
for they are all one.

Blessed are you when people insult you, and mock you, and throw you in a ditch, and no one comes to save you. For then you have only one clear choice: either die or pick yourself up.

Shake off the dust. Wipe away your old story. Become the author of your own existence, undaunted, incomparable.

Let the grace of Self-luminosity enfold you. Let wings of joy carry you. Let life unfold as no one but you can live it. Walk in natural harmony with the teachings of Jesus, Buddha, and all scriptures without reciting a single verse, entering a temple, or believing.

Move like sunlight through the air. Sit like a mountain on the earth. Sing like water flowing to the sea. Don't hurry: there is no one to keep up with. Let your breath be of service. Let every gentle step be your goal, for you are the Way.

Invent the ceremonies of wonder.

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