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/ \ 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.
ps/smoh
