Our Delusion

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We can't seem to shake this particular delusion --

that there is a way to be that reduces the bloodshed and the anger

pouring through this world, and so we find ourselves in the

Love Religion, ardent devotees,

not by any design of ours, but more as

an irresistible intuition that there is

Only Love, despite all arguments to the contrary

experience, belief, and conditioning

might suggest.

 

Hence, we say

 

ShivAllah!

 

 

Though many may profess otherwise,

this has never been a matter of speculation for us.

We immediately knew this about one and other

in a Mystery we have never had mind to doubt.

 

Of course it is empty –

how could it be otherwise?

This remembrance is our natural condition,

once we begin to remember.

 

Waking up in the midst of the dream,

we find ourselves in an insane asylum.

 

Recognizing it is a dream only

renders the recognizer obsolete.

 

The dream goes on –

is it not so?

 

It is no longer our dream,

It is what it is,

What it has always been,

What it will always be,

and we have no idea what it is –

 

It simply is.

 

We are.

 

Strolling round the neighborhood this evening,

we saw the last tuber-rose in the patch of

finished tuber-roses, and

the fragrance of that last one

brought the universe

to silence.

 

ShivAllah!

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b