Seven years ago now it woke up... It claimed this body mind as true servant of freedom...
Just sitting silently, doing absolutely nothing, absolutely everything disappeared...
Nirvana... the mystery... in such an ordinary bliss... in such an ordinary intimacy...
The song... the music... the poetry... the poem... the humble heart letting all go, effortlessly... in a drastic total silence...
I do not remember how to suffer...
I do not remember how to imagine profound separation...
The passion of trust irresistibly aligns everything...
A simple seven years of alignment, of integration...
My master died, my mother died, my mind dissolved, the body softened, the heart opened more, a flow of profound forgiveness of all eternity...
The mountain came to worship, the serpent curled up snugly, and the monk realized the impossible...
The inevitable realization...
The inevitable unfolding...
The inevitable deepening...
Every day a bright star of mystery...
Every moment an unfathomable delight...
The process seemed infinite until complete... then it seemed short lived and irrelevant...
There was no way to predict the awakening because some how it was etched in psychic stone...
There was no way to avoid it because somehow it was of a much deeper level all around...
I lived for it until it happened... then I died a sweet alive death of delicate freedom... simply unimaginable...
She did take me to the gate and guide me through...
I was grateful but she was me and you...
On the other side everything disappeared and failed to reappear...
Always the mystery and always the infinite...
I bow to her and she disappeared...
She bowed to me as I was already gone...
Such a humbling doctrine...
Such a humbling ecstasy...
Such a pure direct encounter with simplicity...
Namaste
Namaste
Namaste
Namaste