Forget the World.. for a Moment
I’ve had enough of this world. With its cheap thrills, false promises, fruitless conflict and endless tensions. A merry-go-round posing as a staircase to heaven.
I’m tired of this mind. With its empty hopes and posing fears. Constantly chasing, resisting, grasping and gripping at mirages. Stubborn pains and fleeting pleasures are all it wants — and its so convincing about the importance of pursuing them. A deceptive con-artist. A mesmerising illusionist. A fickle beast. How exhausting.
BIG EXHALE
In seeing all of this, I put the mind down for a moment. I put the world down with it. And I sit in the simplicity of just being here.
Nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to become.
Another big exhale.
It’s a relief—like taking off tight boots that I’ve been walking around in all day. Or like the early morning sunlight kissing my face, after a cold, dark and restless night.
“Nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to become.” - I say to myself again.
And exhale once more.
The frosty numbness in the contracted body slowly melts, and then steams into ether. The jail walls of limiting beliefs dissolve, and a spaciousness begins to open up.
With no reactions to fuel them, thoughts loose their energy, and gradually don’t even bother getting out of bed.
Eventually, all that is left is a dynamic collage of pulsing energies, rippling across the surface of an otherwise tranquil pond.
Another gentle exhale.
Slowly these bare pulsing sensations settle, like a snow globe with all its glittery flakes coming to rest. And the pond becomes an edgeless mirror of pure conscious potential, reflecting nothing.
Being, unveiled as a luminous emptiness.
Oh, what a wonder! For a timeless moment anyway.
And then the sensations, thoughts and perceptions come racing back, colouring the effulgent mirror of being with a kaleidoscope of different forms, accompanying labels and preferences.
The limitless luminosity of pure awareness quietly fades into the background. Initially still shining amidst the crowd of sensations — dancing and singing, like a busy tree of birds at sunrise.
A sacred place to be indeed — multiplicity moving as the unconditioned light of pure awareness. Maya and Brahman both present. Shiva and Shakti together. Formlessness shining through form. The eyes of beauty, alive and present. The stuff of poetry, indeed!
Quickly though the veil of ignorance thickens. Until all that’s left is the sweet residue of bliss. Grasped at like a fading memory. Oil slipping through the fingers, unable to be held.
Felt for a second. Remembered for a minute.
And then forgotten… once more.
Take care,
David