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It's like being perched on the cusp of Om Before the First Word rolled

out this earthly home.It's in this dark night sky and the moon

over-laid with silver plumes rising from the refinery as Life on

parade.It's the scent of a fragrant tree from another world, Tasted

from and absorbed into the Heart, unfurled.A leap of Consciousness:

Shiva Shines as Light in Shakti's Beauty. . . Other than being

present and aware, you owe nothing, you have no duty.

 

 

All is forgiven, even before it seems to happen.

The rest is just the string, playing itself out.

When explored through eyes of Love,

this string is like a filament of

clear white light,

stretching on through infinity,

connecting worlds of wonder

brilliantly, joyously lit

in its still silent

illumination.

 

 

 

Illuminata Originale, Origami of God, the MoonPresented the Pearl of

Wisdom,And Yes, Kebalanandaji burst throughTime and space to initiate

a Child of the SkyTo fly past the idea that there is or that There

ever was any other. He said, and I quote Exactly:"There Is Only

One."With that dandelion of timeFlitting past my mind,He absorbed

Into the LightAnd disappeared.A salt doll carried the childInto the

Sea and immersed everything,E v e r y t h i n g . . . Unto the end of

timeInto Heart-Bliss endlessly Shimmering,Whispering silently –"Come

into the Light….."

 

 

I stepped down from a bus a boy of 8,

returning home from summer camp, and

stepped into a sky beyond the sky –

a sky without beginning,

a sky that never ends.

 

Its light forms this cartoon world of

shapes and memories, its magnetic pull

drawing our starstreams with the

irresistibility of a black hole

not even light escapes.

 

We are falling even now,

down from that bus stop,

wrapped in the loving arms of

that which lights the way,

a kindness of the vastness

without center or boundary,

in luminous forms of

You and I, laughing

all the way.

 

 

Wings pulled back, feathers tucked tightlyAs the seagull dive-dipped,

sky-sprintedFor the Krispy-Kreme that fell from beaked

bondage.Pursued by a bevy of birds all breaking recordsFor the

fastest freefall ever witnessed by two,The seagull and his pals all

dropped at once,And our jaws dropped in aweAnd we dropped all

inhibitions and squealedLike small children lost in delightAs God

casually dropped inJust to say –"Hello playmate!""There are also

those who, claiming enlightenment, insist that they understand the

non-substantial nature of reality. Boasting that the disease of

materialism cannot infect them, they try to prove their immunity by

carefully shunning all earthly enjoyments. But they, too, are in the

dark.Neither are they correct who dedicate themselves to exposing the

fraud of every sensory object they encounter. True, perceptions of

material objects give rise to wild desire in the heart. True, once it

is understood how essentially worthless such apparent objects are,

wild desires are reduced to timid thoughts. But we may not limit our

spiritual practice to the discipline of dispelling illusion. There is

more to the Dharma than understanding the nature of reality."~Master

Han Shan (1546-1623)

 

 

There is more to the Dharma than

The Dharma.

There is always more.

That which would understand reality

Is of the very same nature as

Reality itself, perpetually

Revealing itself to itself, marvelously

Empty and mysteriously

Full simultaneously.

 

If you stop to consider

One ordinary thing,

Spiritual practice

Bears fruit.

 

Look no further for God –

 

“Hello Playmate!”

Shiva's Sunlight –The children of Yes who dwell in creation as

Yes,Allow the ordinary activities of life to act as a polishing

cloth.Outwardly they appear to be moving and acting, fully

involved,Like hammer and anvil, fire arcing sparks everywhere.But

inwardly they silent-simmer, shimmer in Primal Blue

Peace,Seva-Blazing for the sake of the work and not for profit or

reward.Unattached to the fruit of the labor or the calm of rest,They

transcend chaotic discordance and self-satisfactionTo realize True

Tranquility.Does not a jug of pure springwater sparkle and shine As

it pours across a pair of dusty, worn hands, Washing away each

particle of dirt in its path?Chiyo-ni bathed the entire world in

MoonlightAs her bucket broke,Spilling the Bliss of Yes from her

Heart.The echo of that repeats in "gate gate. . . "

 

 

A frosty seahorse cloud of smoke has

Wrapped itself around the moon,

Yet even now evaporates in the

Blaze of that reflected light.

 

So too all words, and

Images contained therein, though

Lit by a furnace of night’s

Imagination, silently pale in the

Dawn’s clear Light, outshone by the

Sun of silence.

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b

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