I tell my friends about it,
in fact I want to shout it.
But most of them give me funny looks,
that say they’ll never read the books,
or listen to the tapes I give,
that tell them about a new way to live.
A way that offers inner peace,
where suffering really does, finally, cease.
Their rejection makes it very clear
that my ego, desire and my own fear,
oh, yeah, and judgment too,
it all still seems to block my view.
I see how much I want
for them to be what they are not:
Ready to embrace the Now.
That beautiful space…well, at least I AM learning how
to notice it more and more each day,
performing my small part in this fantastic play.
OK, fine, I can be the space for this,
emotional turmoil I do not miss.
A state of stillness comes and goes,
and energy through my body flows.
But then, how can I not want to share this grace,
with others who would also love the place?
Where nothing is either wrong or right,
where Life is simply pure love and light.
Sometimes I still feel terribly sad
that my friends and others suffer and feel so bad.
Despair and loneliness may settle in for awhile,
until I realize those feelings are no longer my style.
Now I AM filled with silence and bliss.
Now I AM standing at a wondrous abyss.
Now I AM ready to jump off and dive.
Now I AM here, completely, yes, wholly alive.
Now I AM me, you, ONE – and yet also, oddly, alone.
Now I AM THAT, and ‘poof’ – suffering is gone.
Filed under: Poetry & Prose
once you did not know
you did not even know
that you did not know
then you asked,
who am i?
and now, you know
the truth within
for it is so
I AM THAT
With an easy, light step, the small man walks past us and mounts the stage. Turning, he sets a yellow folder on the table, alongside two small brass cymbals, a small gold clock, a glass of water, and a vase of beautiful flowers. Then he sits down, shifting gently left and right until he finds a comfortable sweet spot in the chair. Gazing out at us, his pale face serene under the bright lights, he blinks a few times. As he makes eye contact with every person sitting in or near the front row—first on one side, and then the other—a small smile creases his face. Occasionally he offers an almost imperceptible nod. Every cell in every body responds to the penetrating presence that flows from him—a light permeating the darkest reaches of our forms.
Looking directly into the camera, he sits in absolute stillness. No sound is heard. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft and gentle, like a caress. Though the words change, the message is always the same: “You are here to enable the Divine Purpose of the Universe to unfold—that is how important you are.” For four days he conveys it over and over again—in talks, and in answers to questions. The message is always shared with love, kindness, and compassion. He is living proof that his message is Truth. He IS Truth.
Some later share with others that they notice a glowing black outline around his body, that fades to fingers of shimmering gold tipped with shooting rays of purple. Like a separate, living, breathing shadow, it expands and contracts. Some feel explosive jolts in their body when he looks at them; others feel a tingling warmth or an energy coursing through them. Some feel nothing—no thing—as their minds empty and finally allow the space of all that IS to enter, to Be them. Eyes well up with tears. Many nod in recognition of the truth. His sense of humor slides in at unexpected moments and bursts of laughter fill the air.
It is clear when a session is wrapping up, and after sitting in utter stillness he carefully lifts the brass cymbals. Holding the leather thong in each hand, he touches them together to create a rich, pure sound that rings long after contact. In the silence that follows, presence is palpable in all. Two more rings bring the session to a close, and after returning the cymbals to the table, he brings his palms together before his heart in the gesture of Namaste. Bowing his head, he recognizes the equality of all, and pays honor to the sacredness of all. All are moved to reciprocate.
Stepping down, he makes his way down the center aisle, looking directly at and acknowledging some of us with a nod or a smile. He fills each person with love and a sense of connectedness and belonging. We sit in stillness long after he leaves the room. Something magical has happened—and yet, it is only that we have recognized the Truth of who we are in this humble, extraordinarily ordinary man. Gratitude fills us and carries us Home.
The word “enligtenment” points to who you are. Who you are is not a state that can be gained or lost. It is not a spiritual experience. All states and experiences come and go. Who you are is the permanence existing right now, regardless of states and experiences.