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Acknowledge Life

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Do not attend

To the negative mind

With its litany of faults

And endless tribulations,

For there is only calculation there

And the ceaseless multiplication

Of a seemingly separate

And beleaguered self.

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Instead,

Acknowledge the life-giving principle,

For there is life in life,

Rich abundance

And love’s infinity

In the looking to it,

The looking in it,

The abiding in the self

That knows.

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Acknowledge its presence

And like magic,

Be in presence

For the acknowledging

And being

Are the very same thing.

The one looking at truth

Is the truth looking;

And in this

The ‘so called’ negative mind

Is offered the most exquisite kindness,

A forever home inside the self

And the gift

That it need not be other than it is.

It Need Only Be you

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No matter how the world evolves,

Whether true to life

Or spiralling in madness,

The life principle

Remains pure and untouched.

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Invest your life

In its sweetness

And disregard the rest,

However seductive and convincing,

For only in love

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Is sweetness manifest.

And if the world descends

Wholly into madness,

Still, life’s truth

Holds fast.

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And if all obey the call to anger,

But your mind left last

And abiding in love,

It will not matter

And will surely be enough.

The Moment Is Fresh

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The moment is fresh

As dew-lubricated leaves

New from the womb of the world.

Oh, this sweet, empty moment,

Virgin as the first born thing,

How can I describe your unresistance

With but the clumsy word?

For you are nothing:

An endless, friendly nothing

Holding me in your arms,

Tender as the loving heart

Welcoming all that is.

You, who is no you,

You, who is everything

Seen and unseen,

Everything unformed or dwelling unchanging

In that which is not yet made.

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The moment is fresh

And alive with infinite spirit,

And while the dogged mists and moods

Of false thoughts,

So seemingly bonded and glued,

Drift upon me from time to time,

Obscuring your brilliance,

They too, are born in you,

They too, arise in the light

Of awareness’s presence,

Taking their life

From the very light that you are.

Two Men Of The World

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One man

Is an individual,

He walks in the world

As a separate entity – of course,

Carrying his loneliness

Like an ever heavy weight.

There are things in the world,

Things that might draw

Attention from that dark void

In which he must not look.

And so he desires those things

For the momentary peace

He receives in their procurement.

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Another man

Is joined to the world,

All the things he sees

Arrive to him

And in him,

Endlessly passing

And dying away:

Yet he alone

Never dies away,

For his watching

Is container for the world

And all within.

And if there is loneliness

It is brief as the seasons,

And if there is a void

He does not fear it,

Accepting all within the bounds of himself.

We Walked Through The Night

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We walked through the night,

The blazing sunshine

Of our hearts

Lighting the way.

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Where is lack

In this?

Where are dark thoughts

And angst?

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Exactly where they always were,

But untouched and allowed to be;

For the sunshine of open hearts

Allows, shines on everything equally.

When The Noise Stops

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When the noise stops,

When the machine of thinking thoughts

Slows to a lull

Or is brought silent

In a moment of

Concentration.

When the worker sets down his tools,

Rests a while,

Leaves his ideas alone,

Then,

In this pause,

This relaxation,

The love that was always there

Is seemingly exposed,

And Life,

Beautiful and whole

Is known in fullness.

All Things Dissolve

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In love

All things dissolve,

Coming to rest

In the primary nature

Of being.

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All that is apparent:

The forms in the world

Are melted

In love’s crucible,

Love’s home-bound heart.

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There is nothing insoluble,

No behaviour

Or state of mind

That can stand

The yolk of the sun.

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Love is indomitable

Yet gentle as warmth

Passed from father to son.

It encompasses all,

Leaves nothing

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But tenderness, acceptance

And a wealth of connectedness.

It is the foundation we share,

All of us equally beneficent

And wholly unified.

Where Sanctuary?

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Where sanctuary?

In thought’s fickle materialisation?

In the world of passing things,

Ever dematerialising,

Always dying and slinking away?

In emotion’s slavery

To the fickle thought?

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Where else is there?

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Where else

But the nothing,

The dimensionless no-thing,

The substance-less non-realm

Of the self.

Where else but the self’s

Void-less void,

Thing-less thing,

The self’s changeless being,

Un-conceived

And un-manifest.

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Where sanctuary?

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Only in nothing:

Foundation found

Only in the

Self’s foundationlessness.

From The Ashes

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From the ashes of my beliefs

Awakes the child of myself,

Born into the moment.

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Can he remain true

To the idealess

Realm of his beginnings

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Or must he age

In the world,

Heavier with each moment,

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Each new belief?

Is the ageing process

And stiffening up

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An illusion

In which we dwell

Stiffer and more unwell

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In the hardening carapace

Of personality’s

Hard work and upkeep?

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Or is the child unblemished,

Cocooned in the now,

Eternally fresh,

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Ideas burned to ash

Under his gaze,

Illusions

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Nothing but ciders

In the presence

Of his presence?