You Are Basho's Frog

 

Emerging from meditation, I was moved to share this message. The world is not in chaos, the mind is in chaos. There is a place we need to return to. T'Shuvah, return! To the wellspring of our own intuition, the starry depth in our core. This depth is the actual Guru, the true Friend, the true Master. Throw the penny of the little mind into that well, which has been silently bubbling up for countless lifetimes in a hidden glade, the wildest glen of your ancient brain. Fall into this yearning hollow, all the way down your spine, through your rib cage, into the solar plexus. Plop! You are Basho's frog. Or were. Now you are just a ripple of silence trembling into the galaxy. Who guides you to this well? The Friend. She leads you not to herself, but points beyond words to your heart. Why should you give away your power to any other, who claims to teach you what can only be learned at the soundless fountain inside you? Listen to the voice of the silence inside silence. A real Guru opens this murmuring spring in the valley of your chest, through a whisper, a touch, or their mere presence. Then they walk away, freeing you to name the Mystery for yourself, as you gaze into the unfathomable waters of Shakti, the healing current of your own awakened grace. Whenever you want to come back to this forest pool and sit with your Guru, or with the Christ, with Buddha, or with any of the Rishis, you find them waiting here, nearer than your pulse. Not in any temple or ashram, but in the golden dark, the inward spring of Divine Love overflowing the nectar of emptiness, gushing stars, pouring out the fierce wild atoms of your body, for no other reason but to dance.