Maybe


Maybe, this is the start of something new?

But, is there really any such thing as “something new?”

Maybe, the 1,000 petaled lotus beckons?

Or maybe, I’ll just continue to seek what I already have?

My mind, like a crazed dervish, frantically darts back and forth between the dualistic and the esoteric.

Why am I disturbed by trivia?

Why do I give credence to the mundane duality?

When there is a lamp in the heart of the Divine, lighting my way home…

 

The same light informs me that my many lives are but One

Each death, merely a setting of the sun

To rise again in the land of opposites

Where, in the blink of an eye

The blaggard ego comes creeping

Like a thief in the night

To smuggle away life’s sweetness

Leaving only bitterness in its wake

 

And so, I rise again

To writhe and squirm

To bleed and heal

To be guided by the light of love

To welcome death with open arms

To bask in a Love of indescribable purity

To melt in the bosom of Divinity

 

Maybe, this is the start of something new?

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Two Flames


Consciousness had an idea…and…

Emerging from the timeless and eternal wilderness, two flames ventured forth into time and space. Two souls seeking wonder and amazement. In physicality they separated, and immersed in dualism, trod the arduous path of life. Through eons, they would periodically meet in conscious awareness, dissolving the barriers of space and time, sharing both pleasure and pain, the bitter and the sweet.

“I’m here for you.” They call out in unison across the ether, each aware of the other’s needs.

And on they go, pausing only from time to time, to rest a while in the heart of Divinity.

Spuds!


The humble potato. As you can see, this one is in mid-peel…

I recently found a cyber-friend of mine on another well-known social media site (you know who you are!), and on viewing her page, I came across the most wonderful post.  I liked it so much, and it provoked so much thought within me, that I wanted to share it with you here.  I am not quoting word for word, but I think you will get the gist; it concerns peeling potatoes; or as I like to call them, “spuds”.  It goes something like this..

Religion based spirituality – Peeling potatoes, thinking about God.

Zen spirituality – Peeling potatoes.

At first glance you would think that the religious person is a goody-two-shoes; thinking about God whilst engaged in a fairly mundane task.  However, unless you have an understanding of Zen and are able to look deeper into what is being said, there is a good chance that this is the only conclusion you will draw.

In the first example, the person’s mind is active; and is therefore giving life to the non-existent ego, or false self.

In the second example, the person is simply Being and is therefore at one with “All That Is”.

It has occurred to me that Zen is the direct experience of our own Divinity.