Timeless Arising

All is happening of its own accord
Thoughts appear, many of them the same as before
However there is no one to claim them

Things even become cloudy (but to no one)
This is too close to communicate

There has been only loss no gain
An utter evaporation of nothing
Even the memories are timeless now

The absurdity is that All is going on as it ever did
Even the persona remains

What has been all the mystique and fuss?
what has always been shall always be

This is more of a death than a rebirth
Nothing is next
Nothing has ever been but This
The timeless arising of being

Its all too simple
As if nothing has happened at all

THIS IS

I am no longer traveling through the world
The world travels through me* and arises in me

The personal reference point is seen through as a merely a reflection and is dissolved in being (Self)
There is no more individual that is going from place to place
Places, situations, things, people, and all of manifestation appearances only

The apparent manifestation is wondrously ordered and continuous
The succession is the firmament of the mirage reinforcing the illusion that the appearance is manifest and that we too are within it

Seen rightly, nothing is happening at all
There is no individual living life but only life living as infinite possibilities innumerably arising in awareness including the mind, body, spirit we take ourselves to be

All is One, the Great Intelligence
Its very emanation is it’s being, as is the fragrance of a flower

How simple and beautiful

This and only This
The I is This, That is This
This is.

* me refers to awareness which is universal and impersonal

who is there to desire?

so many have spoken of desire as the cause of suffering
the real question is "who" is there to desire

the very attempt to overcome desire
reinforces the identity keeping desire intact

be what you are and there is no one
there is only Atman (consciousness)

in absence of you
there is no desire
only being only This

the other

find out what you are
to see you are not the person
but the consciousness in which all arises

recognize the other as just another appearance of what you are
then its just you-meeting-you and a delight in being

see yourself as seperate
and the other becomes a reflection of your false identity
and begins the struggle to be, to become

not known by choice, only in understanding
this happens before the mind
in the knowing of what you are
in itself of itself

be the love

dont get caught in the relationship
father, son, mother, daughter, friend....
be the love between

our language points in the wrong direction
with i love you, do you love me, i love this or that
our actions also falsify its nature
love is nothing that we actually do or receive
we seek love, yet we are immersed in it
nearer to us than breathing
merge with it and it is Oneness itself

do love, and it is from a desire
expect love, it is from a fear
be love, and there is only One

simple

meditate on the meditor
abide only in the Self

curiosity

curiosity is the hearts eye

romance

romance pales to love
but as loves servant
is a living poetry

i pray

to behold and carry the light
to love and to serve
to be complete within myself
without limitation

to quench my suffering with wisdom
and the patience to allow the divine flowering

the promise

just as the seed contains all it will ever be
the future of man is determined upon his birth

not every seed will flower
not every man shall bloom
yet all is perfect
for through the cycle of birth and death
the promise of attainment is inevitable

whether you be a rose, tulip or wildflower
in this illusion of time
each moment reveals your destiny

and do not mistake “will” as your own
for this is the play of the ego (the false-self)
remain the witness and observe divine force surging within
perform action only as His instrument
and delight in His flow
be the river and the course shall follow