Tag Archives: illusion

Simply Be

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What would happen
if I just let go?
What would happen
if I set down the illusion of control,
and I just let myself be held?
I’ve been praying for guidance,
yearning to yield gracefully
to the flow of life in and through me.
But how does one actually let go?
I can grasp the idea,
but holding a thought
is different from the actual experience
of surrender in my body, heart, mind, spirit self…
I’ll keep breathing and praying,
hoping that eventually I learn
how to simply be…

Past and Future

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I can’t know what’s next;
I can only know what’s now.
I’m not sure how
much of me is really here
to look deeply into what is.
I wonder how much of me
is truly available
to receive this present.
I keep practicing.
One day,
I might awaken
to what I already knew
long ago
before the world
taught me
about
past and future.

Today Is The Day

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Dear One,
Today is the day
you awaken from the dream
of powerlessness,
the dream of lack and limitation,
the dream of unworthiness,
the dream of fear, self-doubt,
the dream of weakness.
Today is the day
you wake up from the dream
that has kept you in prison.
Today is the day
you stand in the light
and know
how free you are
to live,
to love,
to enjoy
this one precious life.

Peace Was There

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And like that, peace returns to my heart.
One could argue it never left,
but try to explain that
to a weary soul at 2:30 am
full of fear, heart bruised by loss.
But the dark night passed,
and the sun rose,
and the day marched on,
and I got done what needed to be done.
I was blessed by sleep and connection,
beloveds appearing with smiles,
open minds, open hearts,
and the desire to really, truly help.
Yes, the peace never left but in my mind.
It sure is wonderful to discover
peace was there all along.

Beyond the Illusion

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Just as water
appears to change states–
here liquid, there solid,
sometimes vapor,
sometimes sublimated
into tiny particles of
ice suspended in the air–
yet its essential nature
remains the same,
so do we appear to change–
now joy, now depression,
sometimes stagnation,
at other times elation–
and yet our essential nature
always remains the same.
How can this be?
The awakened heart-mind,
the bodhichitta,
is never marred, never broken.
Even in the depths of our
greatest despair
when we are blind to all else
but our own pain–
still the jewel of
our awakened self
remains pure and shining.
Consider the clouds
obscuring the sun from our view.
Has the sun changed?
Of course not!
So it is when thought clouds
obscure the light of consciousness.
It remains there,
ever shining, ready to illuminate
the whole world
as we remember
what lies beyond the illusion.

The Sound of Being

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Time well spent
What does this mean?
Time is a human fabrication,
a lie,
an attempt to measure the immeasurable,
a system by which we collectively agree
to structure our moments, our lives.
When we sit in the moment, in stillness,
there is no time, only being.
We use time so that we might
know how to make our paths converge,
so that we might get our teeth cleaned
or our hair done,
or be interviewed,
or learn,
or be operated on,
or be entertained…
but sometimes life has different plans.
So much can happen in one instant,
and where are we left
if our illusion has been shattered,
and suddenly we are broken open,
thrust into being?
Slowly, I want to dissolve my own
attachment to time,
and become more patient,
create more space within
to experience everything that is happening now,
that I might really see it, this moment,
and not just the incessant turning of hands
the ticking of seconds,
the clanging of alarms.
I want to be fully absorbed in this moment,
beyond time, space, and physical phenomena,
that I might hear my breathing,
and through this listening,
hear the very universe
as it breathes in and out,
singing one song,
pulsing one single droning note,
the sound of being.

My Post for Saturday

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In twelve hours I will be getting the room ready for my workshop.
It is already tomorrow, the day of my workshop,
but I’m writing this for Saturday,
which passed in the blink of an eye.

It’s funny to think about time,
how silly it all is actually,
how wrapped up in it I become,
and how this moment,
just as it is,
is all there is.