For those who seek Truth
And leave the dream circus behind
The Self is liberation
All pointings are imperfect
But when the Self wishes to be known
Who could stop it?
What could obscure it?
Likewise
The seeker is helpless to see
What is right under their nose
Hidden in plain sight
As the Seer itself
Of course no phenomena
Truly obscures the truth
Just a habit of conception
And the presence of belief
Serve to delude the mind
But consciousness is primary
Always is
Always was
The personal self
While deeply felt and known
Is an experience
While not to be rejected
Is not to be tightly grasped
Consciousness allows all things
By its very nature
It is acceptance itself
It offers no resistance
To anything it contains
And it grasps nothing
It loves all
Allows all
Welcomes all
And allows all to pass away
It provides the space
For all to be
It is utterly loving and forgiving
Its nature offers no boundaries
No limitations
Consciousness holds no grudges
Excludes nothing
No-one
It is the knowing of all things
And all things are of it
In the final analysis
It is the living unity beyond all notions of duality
It is the subjectivity of the subject
Sentience itself
And yet beyond all description or containment
It is none other than our very Self
The ground and substance of our being and knowing
Right now in this moment
Always now
Always here
Rest as awareness
And when that instruction
Becomes a description
Then you’re home
And you’ll know
That you always were
