Getting It

The dichotomy dissolves
Of subject and object

Spiritual knowledge goes
Spiritual persona goes

Just this
Whatever is happening
Is it

Doubt
Is it
Mental discussions
About how this can’t be it
Is it

You can’t turn anywhere
Touch anything
Hear anything
Feel, taste
Without it being it

There’s nothing that isn’t it
And there’s nothing that can happen
That can make it not it
And nothing can happen that means
That you’re not it

Everything that happens
Is it
So keep quiet
(So far as one can take instructions)
Remain in ‘only don’t know’

Dive in
Or sit back
Think it through
Or not

Whatever occurs
Is it
This is it
Always

The sheer truth of it
The absolute is-ness
Will assert itself
More and more

But always
This is it

 

Just a poem

I don’t really notice much
Outside
Because everything that happens
Happens in me
Of me

The flowers bloom
In me
The wind blows
In me
The hills roll and rise
In me

Like my bones
And my blood
And my breath

All in me

As if my body
Were the universe itself
And my breath
The wind

And the stars
Rejoice in my body –
The world

I am
Where I look
I am
Where I feel and touch
I am
Where the Sun shines

And the blaze of heat and light
Is me

I confess
That I am bigger
Than I imagined
And more capacious

In fact
I cannot find anything
That I am not

How reassuring
To be so complete
How helpful
To be so undivided
And so full

I am free to be
Myself

Nothing

There’s nothing to do
Nothing to think
Nothing to drop
Nothing to see
Nothing to follow

There’s no plan
No strategy

There’s nothing to believe
Nothing to hold on to
And nothing to let go of

There’s nothing to hope for
No future to come
No past to understand

There’s no right
And no wrong
No bad
And no good

Everything is negated
And transcended
In this
Unspeakable
Unknowable
Reality

Nothing that should be
Nothing that should not
No needs
No musts

Nothing ought
To look
Or be
Or feel
A certain way
To be right
Or not wrong
Or complete
Or true

It is
Simply

This