Ten
thousand thoughts in the mind become instantly silent, not by
concentrating against them, or replacing bad ones with good ones, but by
feeling them all without resistance as a single sensation tingling in
the brain.
Let this breath penetrate your body, pervading every
cell, revealing that matter is made of consciousness. "Mind" has
absolutely nothing to do with it.
The weight of your bones is incorporeal fire. Anyone who imagines the
slightest difference between darkness and light, flesh and soul, has not
tasted honey in the bee sting.
Only when your form melts into space can you dance as the appearance of a solid body.
Seek sweetness, and bitterness must be your spice. Make an idol of
sorrow, and your rainbow stays unfurled in its gray cocoon. Better to
rest where neither joy nor sorrow have yet arisen, the golden void you
already are.
If you were truly the enlightened one, you would not wear a dhoti or monk's gown. That was in a previous life, when you
were only rehearsing. Now you must work in the back of a shoe shop, stitching
soles. Sometimes, at night, you wait tables for small tips, trying not to be
sassy.
Perplexed and embarrassed by the irrepressible babble of
your own lips. flowing in a stream of drunken flames, you finally
shout, "I don't know where these songs come from!"
Admit it, you
are swirled by something terrible, vast, and lovely. "Free will" is only an appearance of the mind to itself.
Galaxies explode in
your chest when you collapse into a grace that breathes you out
of the emptiness at the center of this moment.
You did nothing to deserve this.
Painting: Messiah by Rassouli
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