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The Mystery

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Settling into the gentleness of night,
noticing my body asking for rest,
a wave of gratitude sweeps over me
reminding me of what is right in this world.
When my mind and heart are open enough
I can see that everything is right with the world,
and even the things I don’t like
or the people with whom I don’t agree
all have their place in this world.
My heart opens even further
and a perfect breeze stirs me to my depths.
I could spend my whole life
seeking to understand the mystery of this moment.

Letting Go

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What does it mean to let go?
It means setting down
goals and agendas
and opening to this moment.
How do we do this?
First we recognize
that we have been attempting
to further our own interests,
gritting our teeth,
pushing against reality,
trying so hard to make things happen
according to our idea of how they should be,
holding onto expectations
until we are white knuckled and exhausted.
Then we choose to stop
this stressful way of being.
We take a deep breath and let go.
Some might say that letting go
is giving up,
but I say it’s an opening to peace.
With such clarity
we intuitively know what is to be done.
This kind of surrender
makes available our most precious resources.
If you find yourself stressed
and anxious about something,
ask yourself where you are at war with reality,
and if you’re ready for it
choose peace instead.
Choose to let go.

Simple Delight

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For one moment,
stop asking
Why
How
When...
and just observe.
The consciousness in you
can take in this moment,
can see all of it,
experience it fully,
without the labels
the mind invents
in its desperate attempt
to comprehend the incomprehensible.
And as soon as we start
labeling,
our focus in narrowed
and we can no longer see
the big picture–
we see only the thing
we are labeling.
Let the one who questions
rest for one tiny moment
in the neutral space of being.
Turn your awareness back inside
to look at your awareness.
Begin to sense the infinite nature
of consciousness.
You will grow giddy
and be delighted
by the most simple
little things.

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.

Spacious, Silent Being

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I sit down to write
and I think
I don’t have anything to say.
And this strikes me
as a good thing.
When noise assails us
every day,
every moment of our lives—
silence becomes a rare
and precious gift.
Offering such silence
to oneself—
even rarer.
So, as I look inwards,
if I notice only silence,
I’ll accept this gift,
and sit in this quiet place,
grateful to receive
this moment of
spacious, silent being.

That’s Better Now

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If we didn’t have labels
like male or female
who exactly would we be?
If there were no concept
of young and old
or right and wrong,
how would this change
our way of relating to one another?
If we simply couldn’t believe the story
of up or down
left or right
north, south, east, or west,
where would we find ourselves?
Sit.
Close your eyes.
Look in.
Bathe yourself in the oneness of being.
Ah, that’s better now.

The Listening, Receptive Presence

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I come here not knowing what I want to say,
so I wait and breathe…
I try to cultivate this listening, receptive presence,
but does the trying push away that which I want to hear?
Is letting go of effort the answer?
It’s not so much a statement of what I already know.
I don’t need to parade my wisdom around the room
and wait for accolades…
besides, the room is empty
and all I can hear is the night crickets chirping.
It’s more of an opening to what I don’t know,
it’s a recognition that what is out there
is so much greater than my comprehension,
it’s a bowing down before the majesty of life,
seeing clearly the continuum of being,
and how I am smaller than the tiniest blip
on the story arc of the Universe.
The listening, receptive presence is a doorway.
I step through and begin my journey.