Chapter 6

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1. The whole infinite multiversal manifestation, all galaxies and

realms, all gods and goddesses, all demons and angels, all creatures

and elements, lovers and friends, deeds and dreams, history and myth,

all space and time, visible and invisible: a projection of your own

mind! Recognition of one's own inherent nature is liberation. This is

bliss. When mind falls into its own source, mind itself is bliss. Jai

to That!

 

2. Mind cannot explain itself. If it can be said, it's not that.

Silence is equally futile. Neither words nor silence – what is that?

 

3. The concept of some pilgrimage through time and space is false.

There is no night or day in me.

 

4. No sun or moon ascends and descends in me, no alternating light

and shade. Equanimity, absence of desire – these are paper flowers,

planted in the air.

 

5. Neither rest nor motion, bliss or its absence, neither absolute or

relative – this is the Absolute, this I am! There is no other!

 

6. Neither first nor last, neither Alpha nor Omega, not a thing, not

a cursed or blessed thing, nor a casual or sometime thing, not a many-

splendored thing, neither empty nor full, all emptiness, all

fullness, all thingy-ness, liveliness, all splendid grace, essence of

being, the wonder of futility, the eternal smile -- all horses

without riders, all carts with no wheels, no driver, nor any

destination home. To what never departs or arrives, Welcome Home!

 

7. Beyond mind, how can that even be said? All names, descriptions,

theories of measurement, even saying it is indescribable,

immeasurable – stories for children when time for bed.

 

8. Nothing is what it appears to be. For example, the vast entirety

of creation is but a mere mirage. Take courage, there is neither

cloud nor water in it! I alone am.

 

9. Birthless and deathless, any strategy of doing or not doing is

equally superfluous. I alone am.

 

10. The amazing marriage of life force and consciousness is performed

in the chapel of cause and effect. Since I alone am, there is neither

bride nor groom, witness nor service, preacher or vow. All go in

peace. Jai to That!

 

11. Who suffers?

 

12. Within the Eternal Principle, there is no age, no good old days,

nor bad. Duality's axioms are temples of sand.

 

13. Truth is independent. How can the limited mind, which appears and

disappears, which is origination-dependent, possibly discern that

limitlessness in which it arises and dissolves?

 

14. There is no creation or destruction in me. I alone am.

 

15. In me there is no gender – can space itself be divided? Like

indivisible space, I alone am.

 

16. Pleasure is an interpretation based on the faculties of sensation

and cognition, memory and association, yet no such activity is true

of me. "I" and "mine" do not apply to me.

 

17. Free from pain and painlessness too, God and the absence of God

as well, I alone am.

 

18. Nothing to gain and nothing to lose – discrimination is fine for

the objective world, but the objective world does not exist in me. I

alone am.

 

19. O mind, what use are your prayers, your mumbled incantations?

There is no world before this, no world to come, no world, no "you"

or "I", no "true" and "untrue", no family, no religion, no refuge,

nor any place to flee within me. I alone am.

 

20. Any presumed connection between the teacher and the student is a

trick of mind. There is no teaching, nor any holy contemplation. I

alone am. This is the whole truth. Who worships, and who is

worshipped? Oh masquerading mind!

 

21. You are not the body, nor is the multi-leveled totality of

universal functioning happening miraculously in you. What an

imagination! You alone Are.

 

22. Absolute Consciousness has no locality, nor can it actually be

said to be without form or attribute. All that can be truly told is

this -- it is what is, what is, is, and you are That. This is the end

of all worship, all prayer. Jai to That!

 

23. The Happy One who has realized this, the mystery of all

mysteries, the bliss of all bliss, shrugs their shoulders and just

walks on, enlightening all on their way.

 

24. Humblest of the humble, servant of servants, the Happy One

accrues no merit or taint – such dwell in the temple of vast

emptiness. Palms open, immeasurable compassion, unconditional love!

Love bows down to Love!

 

25. The Happy One depends on no scriptural map, nor strives for some

safe and ideal landing. Having lost oneself in the One, only the One

remains. No motive even to do good remains. No discursiveness, no

object of mind, no practice, no goal, no person are they. Love is

Love, and only loves. This is the Happy One's Way.

 

26. Done with hope and expectation, with the vanity of idealism –

purity, righteousness, the exclusivity of special vision, the

arrogance of choice or choicelessness – all these are cast off, dust

in the wind. Jai to the Happy One, the Avadhut, all blessing and

power, all dignity, all grace!

 

27. Such a One won't sit and think, "I am not the body", or, "I am

the body". They're not inclined either way. No attraction, no

aversion, like air – the spotless bliss of the natural state!

 

28. The Happy One is compared to space, to eternity, where neither

purity nor impurity can take root, nor variety nor unity, nor freedom

or bondage. Free from freedom – who is there that can understand that?

 

29. Neither happy nor sad, troubled or glad, the Happy One sees

through both sinner and saint, unity and diversity, mind and its

play. It's the Natural Way. What can one say? Jai to That!

 

30. The Happy One, the Avadhut, is naturally one with Happiness,

which is not an object of mind, not an enjoyment or lack of

enjoyment, not a unity nor lack of unity, not a part of some bigger

part, not "this far and no further".

 

31. What care I for the toys of this world, the phantom transitions

of birth and death, the meditations and willful disciplines of the

seeker? I am Happy, effortlessly.

 

32. Not a thing exists. Nothing happens. This is the bliss of the

Happy One. The immense complexity and magnificent drama of the grand

universal unfolding is not even a vanishing wisp of memory. Not even

a fading dream. Nothing has happened. I alone am.

 

32. There is no Dharma or Liberation, nothing to strive for, nothing

to become, nothing to attain or release, nothing to do or not do. The

Happy One, the Avadhut, just walks on.

 

34. If even the ancient Holy Books are superfluous (except perhaps as

winter tinder), what value the words of redundant pundits who squint

their eyes and torture their tongues to explain them?