I died this morning, leaving only ripples of my disappearance to wash over you, and bless you, and cover you with abundance.
I died, and now there are no beings, only Being, rolling through multitudes like one vast wave in an ocean of broken shells.
I died this morning, now I understand the Cross: don't worship Jesus, crucify him.
Knock down the Buddha if you meet. Whirl with Shiva till Shiva dissolves into your whirling.
Slay every God but the one who awakens from your little dream, opening this sun-flooded eye, your empty center, among these ripples of disappearance -
Washing, healing the creatures, covering all your lovers with light.
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