Put aside all hope, all gain and loss, all dreams of glory;
All yearning, hate, anger, fear, envy, and jealousy;
All dread of sickness, injury, aging, and dying.
Your mind-body is but a temporal dream.
You are eternal, sovereign, absolute.
* * * *
There appear to be many paths
In the return to isness.
All are equal in the quest home,
Because, like Dorothy's adventure in Oz,
No one ever really left Kansas.
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Understand the subtlety between
Claiming you are god,
And knowing you are godness.
One cannot be, and the other never was not.
* * * *
You are a window to the eternal,
But must part the tattered curtains,
And wipe away the smudge, to see it.
* * * *
There are the ignorant who think they know,
And the ignorant who know they do not.
* * * *
Whether you were born by chance,
Or chose your parents through karmic design;
Whether you exist just once, or well past a gazillion times,
With a succession of identities playing out through the abyss of eternity;
From the indivisible perspective, it is all very much the same.
* * * *
Explore love as much as you might with all your beingness,
It is the awareness within all, that is its unfathomable cradle.
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You may sit quietly and breathe with your eyes wide open or tightly shut;
Chant spiritual songs or hum mantras until your mind is three shades of blue;
Practice every sort of rigid, dogmatic, death-defying diet or prescribed exercise;
Submit to ancient beliefs, rituals, and traditions; wear costumes and deify symbols;
Practice any discipline, worship any form your mind or another's might conjure;
Real meditation is the serene awareness of every moment's birth and death,
And no system is required to discern and freely perceive your birthright.