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True Union

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Awake early after going to bed late
and I feel just fine.
My spirit calls me out of slumber
to commune in quiet
with the best part of my Self—
the precious treasure
at the center of my being.
This treasure is yours too,
the Universal Soul
that moves and expresses itself
through all of us.
Maybe one morning
you’ll rise too
and meet me
in the place
where past, present and future converge,
in the place
where true union is possible.

Who Are You?

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Who is the watcher behind your eyes
and the listener inside your ears?
Who is the speaker inside your mouth
and the thinker within your mind?
When you are thirsty,
who reaches for the glass of water,
and who decides when your thirst
is satisfied?
Who are you?
Your name is not enough,
neither is your gender nor your age,
nor your job, nor whom you know
nor to whom you are related,
nor are your experiences enough
to describe who you are.
There is a self beyond all of these,
a self that witnesses your name,
your history, your likes and dislikes,
your hopes and fears,
your elation and your heartbreak.
This self witnesses your experience
of bodily sensations
and yet it is not your body.
Who are you?
Who are you really?
Mere words cannot contain you,
nor can pictures or sounds of any kind.
The indescribably beautiful awareness,
the consciousness of your consciousness
cannot be defined.
Let it rest then.
Let the self rest and observe
and settle into the place of witness.
Keep asking the question
Who am I?
And perhaps one day
you’ll remember
the timeless ground of being
the open doorway
the infinite nature
of the self, the true self,
the source of all that is.

Unplugged

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Friends, turn off the TV and gather round.
Put down your laptops, tablets, and cell phones.
Sit, listen.

I have something to say about the deep core of existence.
Ah, but what I want to say really cannot be said.
I cannot sell it to you with words,
vagaries that only serve to further cloud
the intellect’s hazy understanding
of that which is incomprehensible…

And I see you are reaching for your device again.

Your fingers are itching to post a picture on Instagram,
type a response to a comment,
answer a text message.
Your eyes are wanting to read a remote friend’s status update,
or the five emails that just arrived in your inbox
or to count the number of likes on the picture you just posted.

Can you even feel your body anymore?
Just when did it come to this?

No, but wait!!!
Are you still there?

Okay, let’s try this then.
Let’s go into the woods
on a full moon night,
light a fire in a circle of stones.
Let someone take out an instrument,
play a beautiful song.
Let another dance without thinking,
just allowing the body to move the way it wants.
Let another sit with cupped hands,
gathering the moonlight to share with the fire.

And then in stillness,
let us watch the fire’s light
playing upon the faces of our companions
wordlessly soaking in this now moment.
Let the fire’s dying embers
remind us of this achingly real
temporal existence,
where tomorrow is never promised to us.

It is here in this place of simple being
that the deep core of existence
opens itself, gives itself completely to you.
When being comes to you in this way,
you have no choice but to surrender.

There is a voice of fear that speaks loudly.
It says, “What? No TV? No laptops, tablets, or cellphones?”
It panics, asking just how you will spend your time
without the modern luxuries
to which you’ve become accustomed.

If you look up at the stars shining
beyond the silhouettes of the wise old trees,
they will give you courage.
They ask nothing of you,
as they silently shine their light
from billions of miles away
just to delight your eyes for this split second.

They will remind you of your purpose,
and it has nothing to do with social media,
or tweeting, or hashtags,
the number of views,
followers,
connections,
or how much one can make on paid ads.

Are you courageous enough to live for a moment
completely unplugged?
Say yes, friend.
Put it all down and walk away.
Look into your own eyes
and see the ancient stars shining in their depths,
clouds of cosmic dust circling a spiral dance
into which the old ones die and
the new are reborn.

Walk to the moon with empty hands
Wearing the silver cloak of nothingness
Let the gates of your heart swing open
and diving into that vast space,
know the meaning of true connection.

Close your eyes and be,
for just one moment,
completely
unplugged.