Attend to the
blessing. This is your work today.
Through these
eyes, ears and nostrils, blessing flows inward from the dew spark on a thistle,
throbbing fragrance of hyacinth, long-awaited April thrush. And through these
eyes, ears, nostrils, blessing flows outward, the consecrated ointment of
perception.
Both tides,
subject and object, are the bubbling incandescence of an instant, dissolving in
one sea of Self-Delight. You need not wait for the blessing. The blessing does
not come from any master, or angel, or heaven above. Breathe blessing now. It
wells up like a tear from within you, enclosing the universe in a drop of dew.
You Are the blessing!
The blessing was
always already here, in the beginning, before the Word, when the world arose
from the clear blue sky of your own awareness.
Din of Spring
peepers in the wetland, pouring from the uncreated silence of your listening.
Green tendrils of water lily, sprouting from the darkest ground of your
stillness. Stars that seem beyond the moon, floating in abysmal mirrors of your
chest - the perfect polished emptiness that hangs between breaths.
When you awoke
at first light, did the blessing not spill from your face, sprinkling the city
with healing? When you opened your eyes, did you not anoint the sun, the
snow-bright mountains, pearls of trillium in the cedar forest?
Earth is bejeweled in the tincture of your amazement.
Come a little nearer now. This is your work. Attend to the blessing. Watch
where it begins. See the seer.
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