Untitled Thoughts #7
What magic comes from Silence? All of it Can’t you see it all comes from Nothing?
I’m a voice crying out from the wilderness “It doesn’t matter!” None of it matters
Perhaps What matters Is that we suffer Or that suffering is Can be
What do we do with that? What can we do?
More questions
Find the one who asks the questions Find the one who could know the answers
Uproot the whole premise That there’s someone who needs to know And that answers Are the answer
It’s easier If you just stop!
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I can’t see any other way Than to give it all up But that’s not as bad Or as radical As you imagine
After all Each night You give up all that is The whole world For oblivion You happily let it go Drop into silence Peace
It’s not so hard To drop it all In favor of rest
So why wait Until you’re exhausted To release your burden To walk in peace To trust ?
Notice what’s already true Remember who you are The veil falls What a strange illusion!
The truth is not ‘other’ To be acquired Or achieved
When all that passes When all that can be Is swept away The truth Is what remains
The truth Is never untrue
What a riddle
Whatever is Is truth
Unspeakable?
Delusion is suffering Suffering is delusion
It’s no-ones fault It’s not personal
Suffering arises As the play of consciousness Delusion - A concept
Love? Is that more fundamental? Does love remain When all else is gone? Is love ‘I’?
That’s a question worth asking An inquiry worth making An answer Worth living Being
Love is bliss in motion
And bliss isn’t pleasure alone Something to chase Some response to stimuli
Bliss is the heart of being Bliss is the texture and taste The fabric The warp and woof The root and the branch
It reveals itself As you approach Yourself
It sets the compass To true To real To this Now
The source of now Is you Is bliss
So is suffering bliss? Is delusion bliss? Is hate bliss?
Is pain bliss?
Such beautiful questions What a worthy inquiry
Go find out Find your own answers If you want Follow the questions To their source
This is the way of inquiry
To follow outward Is mind and confusion To follow inward Is wisdom and truth And freedom
Herein lies the choice Or so it seems But who chooses? Anyone?
The gravity of awakening All efforts return To their source The clarity of stillness
Delusion thinks “I am lost to myself” And “I return to myself”
But truth knows “I am always in my nature” “I am that I am”
We are all Buddha-nature We are all already consciousness itself And just because confusion and doubt are present Doesn’t make it any less true
Thou Art That
This is the victory of Being And the real hope and confidence That the truth is true And delusion and confusion Are of the nature of smoke Impermanent and insubstantial
All that can pass Must pass
And what remains?
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