The sun, the moon, the stars, the universe,
the wind, the rain, the sky, the clouds,
the tree, the flower,
the animals,
mirror back
the impersonal
in Me
Some animals,
Most humans,
mirror back
the personal
in me
and Me
And I
feel totally at home
in the Impersonal company
of the sun, the moon, the stars, the universe,
the wind, the rain, the sky, the clouds,
the tree, the flower,
the animals …
When there is no object
When there is no subject
Object and subject merge
And disappear in intimate, objectless, pure Subjectivity …
Just as the moon
“borrows” its light
from the always present sun
In the same way
the mind “borrows”
awareness
from the ever present
infinite Consciousness …
Imagine
one name
one word
for all multiplicity and diversity
of all creation
Imagine
no I and the world
no you and me
just one radiant experience
of all creation
Imagine
one name
one word
God,
Consciousness,
Awareness,
I
for all creation …
I would like to take shelter in you
without movement
without words
without thoughts
silent
forever
I take shelter in Me
without movement
without words
without thoughts
silent
forever and ever …
Conditioned
by the belief
that you are separate
from All
Woken up
to the recognition
that All
appears in You
You turn around
and embrace All
and Know
that You Are All …
Creation
creates
out of itself
itself
Male and female
Water and Earth
Air and Fire
Multiplicity and diversity
Kaleidoscope of
forms and colours
Original Source
of all experience
Source of You and Me
Creation
knows
only itself
as itself …
There comes a time
when outer teachers are no more needed.
Your inner teacher takes over
And there is a sweet ongoing mantra or satsang or prayer taking over.
And sometimes there can be a desire to meet with an outer teacher again.
You go and you find that you yourself were the teacher all allong.
This theacher unfolds more and more in the stillness of your heart.
Once you get familiar with its song,
you recognize it everywhere;
even in the midst of the deepest depression.
It sings and never stops.
You are the song, the singer and the singing…
Exhausted by the search for peace
Confused by all the world outside
I walk the blinded way
No thing to turn to
No one to turn to
What is left
is me
What is left is me
I turn to me
and find
amidst exhaustion and confusion
amidst aloneness and dispair
a treasure chest
illuminated by Grace
filled with Peace …
Feeling the wind,
Hearing the rain,
Seeing the sun,
Tasting the wine,
Smelling the fire
I am the feeling and the wind
I am the hearing and the rain
I am the seeing and the sun
I am the tasting and the wine
I am the smelling and the fire
I am resistence and surrender
I am suffering and joy
I am fear and love
I am nothing and everything
I am me and you
I Am …
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