Be one with the Milky Way.
(Photography credit: Callum Hayton)
Spoken like a true Galaxy
its like that time i sat on a train
next to barriers of language
a hunger to find god
and cultures too spicy for my stomach lining
like the time a migrant florist stole the
wife right out of my holiday family portrait
leaving only the dust of casual encounters
its like that fear i always have of choking
in public places, of riding buses instead of driving to new places,
of never having a home with walls i can spray paint & draw on since
i’m always between places
its the impending fear of sensation from the next big moment of pain
of being left with one foot, unable to rush albeit late to work
or no sight to admire the beautiful typings of pages i’ll never read
all these sunflowers mimic my mood at dawn
There is no path to Being,
Being is the path.
When Being sees Itself,
there is only clear presence.
No matter what you hope “It” is,
no matter what you imagine “It” is,
"It" is different from that.
Maybe you will see that this being is not a personal thing but that it’s borderless. Where does being stop? Nobody can tell you where it ends. If it has no borders, if it’s limitless, there can’t be two of them; it is all-encompassing. Although it is indescribable, you can give it any name you wish, like Awareness, Is-ness, Consciousness, the Unknown, the Source, Light or Presence. This is the witness of Advaita, the Original face according to Zen, the Father of Christianity, the Buddha-mind of the Chinese Ch’an. Some call it Shiva, Brahman, Nirvana, God or Spirit. Other terms are Oneness, Life, Unicity, Silence, Space and It. In the end, the names or descriptions you use don’t matter that much.
Maybe you recognize the impersonal aspect of Beingness while you are outside in a natural environment, seeing that all boundaries are gone and that there is no separate you to recognize it. Everything is just as it is. The natural elements are good examples of Beingness that don’t pretend to have the ability to be other than what they are. Your mind can’t grasp it and uses words like emptiness or wholeness; this is simply infinity seeing infinity.
Some people report opening to this wholeness while being with their spiritual master. Or maybe there is a recognition that the seeker is a concept without ever having had a mystical experience at all. However, if there is still in the back of your mind a gentle whisper that it is you who will be awakened, you will only be disappointed. There is simply nothing to chase, no hero to be imitated, nowhere to go. And why is that? Because the ‘separate you’ who does the chasing or imitating is conceptual. One of the tricks of the mind is to suggest that there is a separate you who can prepare for enlightenment, that you can actually attain enlightenment while other are still unenlightened.
Your mind imagines that there is a border between you and the sage, but Beingness has no borders because there is only one of it.
So you will never experience Oneness - there is only Oneness. You will never attain enlightenment, there is only Light. All ‘your’ experiences - from sitting in a bus to the highest state of consciousness - are the content of Awareness, not Awareness itself.
The teacher you are attracted to is just a reflection of what you are looking for. If you had a major transcendental experience while being with a particular guru, you are likely to get hooked on that teacher, or hooked on such an experience. And if that teacher is not satisfying any more, you may go and look for a stronger or more resonating leader. As long as you are looking for something, be it bliss, resonance or peace, you will encounter teachers or masters who will claim that they can give it to you. As long as this process is going on, it is ok to follow. It is also ok to have spiritual experiences, and to look for more of those until there is the recognition that the ‘final it’ is not attained yet - and never will be. Until it is recognized that blissful experiences are appearing in It but are not It, it seems that all this seeking and all these special experiences can bring you closer, but not close enough.
It becomes clear that searching for something special or trying to be peaceful and openhearted doesn’t bring you closer to the very natural state you are always in, no matter how you feel or behave. Beingness is not something you can acquire as a result of your personal effort. Beingness is what you are. And this Being is completely beyond any sense of values.
Seeking the extraordinary , you overlook the splendour of the ordinary in everyday life. You overlook the simplicity of the open secret, which is available right here and right now. Enlightenment is not something you can reach and that will make you special, something that will make you stand out in the crowd. It is just the opposite: you become nobody and everybody at the same time.
-This Is It
Awaiting the kiss of wind
beyond clouds reach
old bloodlines claiming karma
like thrones defaulted to wicked heirs
The gentle touch of
myrrh burning prayers
to the sky
These eyes are in search for a savior
for the roar of a lion
fit to rule holy mountains
The rain has met its
quota of thirsty hearts
dancing its honor
Rituals know not devotion,
like webbed feet struggling
for freedom, only elements remain
A hum fills these
bending trees seek life
rooting deep, the only lover is
and finding solace
in expansion, slowly
covering seen and subtle
A place of rest is semi felt
separated only by time
it remains static in anticipation
of the moment seeker claims it as home
Today we celebrate the birth of the first
awakened one of the new world. Each day is a new
opportunity to embody divine qualities. The past
must be forgotten in order for the future to
move into the present. If not, we are holding
onto water rushing by with the illusion of grip continuously
fooling us into thinking it’s where we belong. Your past
serves as a teacher of pain. How much hurt
we store year after year, letting ourselves be
deprived of the wonders held in each breath. The arms of old
lovers stolen by fate still imprinted on our skin
& pillows. Those were roads long ago walked by
the blind. Dusty dreams found hidden in attics
with winds of children fathered long ago. You
choose nothing when you accept the cosmos.
Everything becomes a sacrifice offered to the eternal
fire of time. Fact becomes challenged by
discovery & wisdom attained through fortunes
of failure. Underneath the smokey vigil for the mystical
experience lies a baby fed through the tender
suckling of its first God, called mother. Peace be with
you & light upon your way.