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light
last evening, as sheet lightning,
intense, pure, utterly authoritative,
behind closed eyelids
light
this dawning day, as a thousand dancing rainbow-lights
thrown around the sanctuary
by one small sun-worshiping crystal
yet neither the ‘inner’ lightning nor the
‘outer’ rainbows are the Great Light
spoken of by the sages and scriptures
no, the Great Light
is that which is silently watching without eyes:
unlit and unknowable
primal incandescence
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in this eternal now-this-here,
immersed in its suchness
where time has yet to be invented
Life experiences Life
one day pain fills the body
next day it’s gone
one moment there’s a story
next it’s retold
one breath is bliss-blessed
next one is stress-blessed
the Great Light awares it all
and sub-merges when sought
for how could IT ever see ITself?
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the apparent, accepted, assumed (and therefore experienced) self
is nothing more than a constellation of attributes
– all acquired –
around an uninvestigated thought
how it comes to be,
how it can be transcended,
and what might occur when it goes,
are more speculations of that assumed self
imagine! – the entire citadel of a self
rests upon a figment of the imagination!
seen with savage directness, the citadel dissolves –
it was merely a miraculous mirage
only naked inescapable Awareness remains
~ ~ ~
a silver shimmering silence sings
through this spacious beatland
called body:
it is the Word of the Great Light
echoing throughout infinite Emptiness
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echoes from emptiness 