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either
I can sing about You
or
I can BE You
I used to feel torn in two
and thought I’d missed a cue
but now it’s clear:
it makes no darned difference to You!
this untreatable schizophrenia
is my natural sacred state.
either I can sing about You
Beloved
or I can BE Your roaring silence
whatever role I think I play
is You, playing for Your own delight
absorbed in either
preferring neither
it’s all the same to You!
~
251
Many folk of skeptical disposition ask for proof that the Teachings of The Great Perfection are ‘true’ – in other words, proof that there is there something sacred, changeless, timeless and immediate. They ask for proof that Awareness is fundamental and inescapable. They ask for proof while being the very proof they seek.
Being a contrary creature by disposition, rather than requesting proof for That which is so obvious and in-your-face, I have a different question:
Does anyone claim to have scientific proof that anything has solid, permanent and ‘real’ existence – from quantum particles to cosmic galaxies – apart from the technologies of perception within the Awareness of sentient creatures? Speak out loud.
~
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joy knows no bounds
in the pre-dawn hours
the earth seems held in the embrace
of an otherness
that can only be called sacred
it’s like a held breath,
a halt in time’s march –
then, the peach-hued sunrise
is called forth
by the feathered guardians
of the dawn
and the breath flows out
into the glory of Gaia’s first day
~
echoes from emptiness 