Thursday, August 15, 2013
Remain as that... you are that! Awakening is just the beginning for you - it's not the end. If that's where you believe you are, live your dream!
/ \ Life is still the cosmic adventure it always was. There are no ordinary moments. I love being in the present moment.
It is my true Home.
It's the only place where I ever am.
Any thought, sensation, feeling, image, memory, dream, vision, has always appeared right here, where I am, the only place we truly 'meet'.
It is really about sitting with ourselves exactly as we are. In a sense the simplest of teachings yet not the easiest.
And the destination is the origin, and it all points to this moment exactly as it is, right now. Stunningly ordinary, yet as vast as the universe, as rich and as full as the Ganges at sunrise, as precious as that look in your child’s eyes, so easily forgotten, so soon remembered.
We have always known this, deep down, for we were young children once, and secretly we still are. We just pretended to be ‘grown ups’, that’s all.
It is not the ‘me’ that awakens.
Awakening cannot enter the story, for it is beyond time and space and cannot be some kind of conclusion for a ‘person’.
The awakening is from the mirage of ‘me’, with its projects, its plans, its conclusions, its incessant seeking for more, and its never-ending holding up of an image, including the image of myself as some kind of Wizard of Oz, some superhuman, some hyper-awakened being sent down from heaven to awaken the mortals and the ignorant and the unlucky.
For some, this realization is sudden. For many, it is gradual, over a lifetime.
For all, it is timeless, and for all, the destination is the same and the destination is the origin, and it all points to this moment exactly as it is, right now.
Stunningly ordinary, yet as vast as the universe, as rich and as full as the Ganges at sunrise, as precious as that look in your child’s eyes, so easily forgotten, so soon remembered.
There’s no place like Home – the present moment. The Emerald City, however colourful and exciting, do not even come close to the intimacy and majesty of a single instant of being alive.
Only empty magpie-promises live in that shining city of light and darkness, and the following, following, following, following, following of false prophets living and dying for profit.
There’s no place like Home.
Click your heels together three times and say it.
Nothing to lose.