“Thy Will Be Done”
unnameable, unknowable, immeasurable,
omnipresent, intelligence aka Life
incomprehensible, creative movement:
unfolding/enfolding increasingly exquisite Order
is happening and cannot be adjusted or avoided
What I notice when amnesia sneaks in and I begin again to claim doer-ship and control over tomorrow, doggedly pushing on, blindly following the ruts of conditioning and posing as supreme controller, is this:
Something happens to bring me back,
and, probably because I’m a gritty goer,
it happens to my body.
(Arm gets rms: can’t scribble or type,
back goes out: can’t stand at easel,
knee explodes: can’t move.)
Something makes me stop, sit, shut-up
and free-fall yet again
into the what-is of this life I call mine.
That ‘something’ is what I know as Grace.
It’s usually fierce. Definitely not fluffy.
I’ve learned to love it as my most treasured Beloved,
for it returns me to ITself.
It’s curious to see how many supposedly ‘awakened’ dreamers teach that there is ‘no doer’ yet go on, often at considerable cost, to give instructions as to what should be done.
The wild wideawakeness that obliterates the ‘doer’, if the apperception is genuine (and believe me, you’ll know), wipes all traces of doer-ship from past, present and future.
Its revelation is that the supposed doer is synonymous with time.
Therefore, any practice that takes time – even some forms of meditation – will take one further from unknowable Knowingness, not closer. Actually, it’s impossible to be closer to what is being sought than one already is.
The ending of time is the awakening to a Life vibrantly alive in this naked and ever-fresh moment.
Wideawakeness works like a re-format in the alpha-thinking drive.
Without a trace of volition or doer-ship, tick-tock thinking undergoes transformation.
In the main, that means the withering, unhooking, dissolving of habitude. It means the brain relaxes into its natural state, ever-fresh, ever alert, ever aware.
I call this omega-mind.
Although what wideawakeness reveals is intemporal, in the world of phenomena the effects appear to take time, and like a flower, unfold in their own perfect rhythm.