just when i think i'm so free & detached, wham! i notice myself clinging to definite identity preferences with fiery passion that i thought was long-faded & finally extinguished. a lifetime's cultivation of detachment & dispassion is nebulous & vague in the face of a new irresistible attraction, which i never did see coming. i learn that i am not free at all, but am tied to ego-values with roots as deep as crabgrass. how can i adhere to detachment alongside the strong desire that i should be respected? they both stand nobly in the arena of the mind, regarding each other. desire circles around detachment, & confusion is born. clarity crumbles into rubble at my feet. where is trust? kindness now has suspicious squinty eyes & nothing seems dependable at all anymore, just as i began to think that i'm free & detached! enjoy the laugh, Shiva! i can see the irony too, but You alone have the solution. i am patient. i will wait for You. this is all Yours anyway, & i am Yours too, for we return to the fact that only in You is there full resolution & refuge for me, who comes from Your own ancient timeless origin.
i'm glad you are free of the ailing body that held you down & the old brain that forced you into the role of prisoner, bowed & bent. biology is the prison &, when the gates are all flung open finally, that is freedom from the body's binding thrall! i have been strolling through the playground of my memories with you. we had such wholesome fun together, my dear helpmeet & playmate! i rejoice in your light & love that yet flows to me in nurture. it circulates freely: love knows where to go. nothing–neither hand nor heart–can hold it back. you poured it out as blessing when you were released from the body's burden, & now it flows like great rivers throughout all the thirsty continents of this life. it flows back to its origin in the great mystery, as you, too, have done, as you continue to do every day, as do all my thoughts of you. i rejoice that you are free of the body that held you down & the brain that finally yielded to your peaceful liberation. thank You, Shiva, for being my safety net when i was falling into singularity. You caught me. You hold me yet, for You are everywhere, of infinite arms & gentle nectarean grace. You are my refuge & partner beyond all biology.
when i see the cool wind whirling leaves from the trees in the brisk autumn noontime, i don't say, "oh, how tragic! what a sad destiny!" instead, i delight in the bright colors of the crisp leaves & love to see them dancing in the wind as they pirouette & play in the warm sunshine. everything is coming & going, moving & changing, being born & dying. it is the nature of things. beyond the domain of the physical plane, other frequencies are calling me, for i do not want to live as if this realm alone is it, as if there is no Source. i see the sun reflected in a glass of water, but when the glass tips over & the sun in the water is gone, i don't cry out, "how tragic! what a sad destiny!" this would be like looking at one square inch of a huge mural. i don't see the whole picture & i don't know the whole story: it's being continually refreshed & renewed. in this world of duality, every blessing holds its challenge & every challenge also holds its blessing. thus i am simply grateful for all my experience, regardless of its outer form. gifts are delivered in various wrappings & i don't know what is inside. i do know that somehow, somewhere, a gift from my divine Beloved is contained within it, & i am grateful for the unknown blessing. this is what You teach me, Shiva. You open up my vision to the pure celestial shining within the terrestrial. You show me the lotus rising from the mud & water, reaching upwards to the sun. my heart is now doing just this as i chant Your mantra, Shiva. i rise free from the thick cold dark into the radiant light of You.
a bird is free to live according to its own winged nature, for all animals are free in that way, including humans. the land animals & sea & sky creatures are all free to live out their innate qualities in innocent fulfillment of their own true essence, & so are humans. we have our own unfolding destiny, an arc of training to complete. we humans are the ladle that stirs the steaming pot of soup simmering on the cooking fire. the Hand that holds the ladle is a Vaster Hand than ours, preparing sacred sustenance for numinous devic beings. as the mere ladle, we don't know the recipe or the recipients. in fact, we believe that all this is our own triumph & accomplishment, a conclusion that the other earthly animals are innocent of. they rest in their own radiant pristine natures, while we humans sweat & struggle, leaving a trail of wasteland behind us, calling it progress or collateral damage, as we fondle & guard our medals & money. ah, the resounding echo of the laughter of the Gods surely thunders yet in our dreamtime! we loudly praise freedom as we stand weighed down by our chains, for we are blind to our own bondage, & we proudly call ourselves free! a bird is free. a fish is free. a deer, a cat, a butterfly: they are all free within the purity of their hallowed wholeness, impeccable, while we strategize & plan & lay claim to our own desires with gusto. & the Holy Hand holds the ladle that stirs the pot & we look neither upwards nor inwards, believing that we are the makers & doers. the enjoyers of the feast smile at our ignorance as we laud our freedom. ah Shiva! You are quite the tease, a Holy Joker & Awakener! You prepare humanity for a grand destiny that we can't yet grasp, so You teach us to endure & reflect upon the meaning of our lives. thus we are here for the long journey, trekking through arcane cosmic cycles on our way back home to You, Shiva, reaching out to touch Your Holy Hand.
i am not the body-personality nor am i the author of the actions of that physical being. i am the observing awareness, the indwelling presence ever abiding beyond thought, who calmly witnesses. that which is done through the body's agency, because of the influence of the personality, belongs to that entity alone. it is not mine. i am the pure bright awareness enlivening the body: truly, i am not of the body. i am ever free, ever stainless, like a cloud in the sky, like space itself, just present, offering no resistance & no attachment. now i am standing on the threshold between body-personality & observing awareness. in daily life both flow with the evolving events of the moment. yet the body-personality has many ups & downs, whereas the awareness remains clear & steady, unattached to the outcome. this is what i contemplate in sadhana, Shiva. i currently am a fluctuating amalgam of spirit & matter. it's like that tremulous moment when the butterfly realizes that she is in the chrysalis & can remotely sense her wings slowly developing, but she herself is yet vulnerable & powerless to act. nor is it needful, for creation is unfolding & happening naturally, by itself, for all of us. ah Shiva! this sadhana is on-going, a way of life, & i am quite fundamentally drawn to it, attracted like the moth to her fulfillment in the fire of flaming truth. i am witness to the blazing conflagration.
i rise into flight & i break into song, into a thousand thousand pieces. they all have their own holy lives & they have their own wings as they fly off to do their own duties. surely songs are free beings with their own dharma after they emerge from the lips: they have their own journeys to set out upon. i carried them all when they were tender & small & it's time now to let them go free. i break out of the prison i carefully made out of rules, roles & regulations. i'm cutting the cords; i'm leaving the matrix. i'm fully out of the chrysalis now, shedding the confining tight old skin & spreading my wings into the rising sunlight. they glow & they know just where to go, & i am but a passenger. Shiva, these wings will take me to You: what else can be their purpose? what else can they do but take me to You? that's what this life is for.
having no power of my own, i am couched in limitless power. knowing the eternal truth, external judgements find no home in me. i have no home. i have no family, no worldly aspirations. having no home, i am at peace right where i am. having no desire to accumulate, i am as weightless as a bubble in the breeze & i discover myself at last at rest just where i need to be. every day i find myself anew. every night i release myself from focussed form & resolute need. soon i will not exist distinct in my originality, yet existence will go rolling on. all is nested & folded into patterns beyond casual thought, sliding through dimensions beyond & enfolding the usual three. You are with me step by step, Shiva who lives in the cave of my heart. You ignite the light that dims the dark, returning full color to sight. i feel the sunrise in my heart in the long cold dark of winter & now my sleep is over & ended, for my door is standing open. my door is standing open & fingers of the sun are beckoning. i have no body; i am formless & free, weightless as a bubble in the breeze coming to rest, shining alight just where i need to be.