(which it always has been, and yet …
we are prodigals by some divine default)
over the dream-drama called a life
it doesn’t mean you know what’s going to happen;
it means the absence of needing to know
and the presence of an eager, innocent
it doesn’t mean you understand the meaning of life;
it means absence of a need for ultimate meaning
and the presence of ceaseless curiosity:
it doesn’t mean your life-map and context necessarily change;
it means your relationship with everything changes:
what used to need analyzing, fixing, healing,
is no longer a problem
see, you’ve dissolved into this
innocence and wondering and relating
that a tiny thought-form
held you separate from
one tiny thought-form!
dear wee trumped-up me
There’s a sense of the galaxy of the known receding. Yet I cannot say ‘behind’ me, for there’s no sense of forward movement; no pulling away or avoidance.
It’s more like gravity has lost its force and one floats in infinite space, directionless and positionless.
It’s like one is that space.
Then a call comes to communicate and one turns into some-thing that speaks, chews the old cud, spins the old stories, dances delightedly in the old dream…
And one never leaves that spaciousness for an instant.
This continues to amaze me for it’s the last thing you’d expect, given all the hoopla and spin so often put out by both traditional and new-agey purveyors of truth:
wild wideawakeness doesn’t alter one thing
in the phenomenal world
what it does (apparently) do
is radically transform
one’s perception of it
and relationship to it
the great gap closes
the unfolding in appearance
of the eternal what-is
is the Self One IS
and always has been