The problems all
the problems with the problems causing problems talking problems
analyzing problems and finding more problems to add to the problem of
the problems. Drag down dead weight bad energy toxic atmosphere soul
destroying negative self indulgent perverse evil minded cynical death
talking grave worshiping death wishing spinner of ever more problems.
The ATM machine doesn’t work and that’s a real problem the broken tooth
aches and that’s a real problem the infant has gas crying out in pain,
now that’s a real problem. The streets are full of the homeless and
broken now that’s a real problem.
Look here there is no center filled with artificial problems the silent
mind knows nothing of psychological problems. There is immense space
calm vibrant tender volatile unpredictable restless fierce creative and
free. This self is no self enclosed entity. This Self is awareness space
pure and simply complex where the world and all its beings light up in
presence here now always here now. Living fresh undiscovered feeling
felt once lasting forever and gone in a time stretch moment leaving no
trace or call me back message. Passion indescribable moves where my
heart breaks always for the first time and the raw stroke of gratitude
profound heals in an instant. And too is gone and too is gone free gone
into absolute releasement. Here now and I we-am.
The afternoon skies clean as the dawn of light blue with white clouds.
And there the vicious vulture seagull soars high and away I am this
seagull. And the traffic noise is the unbidden machine music and
cacophony of the dying world its roar lost in this silent welling up
more deeply silent mind.
And the faces peeling masks that flutter and sweep away where the wind
is rustling through everything the crowd, their pain and torpor dull
oppressed and sullen averting their darting eyes or staring with the
glare of daemons there sudden a beam of light in a face shinning in
instant we-awareness and the bleeding fracture of the world is for an
instant healed and made whole gathered in time and affirmed in original
spontaneous spoken unspoken love.
Look I am the whole afternoon and everything in it this child gives a
startled look of joy holding my eyes in wonder and throwing its arms out
for my embrace while a hearse drives by. The mature child now sees me
see the hearse and is looking at it with me.
What about dying here where will I go to what will I come from there is
no dying of I this organism heart stop fall down fall off like a shoe
while dancing. And the “I” too am falling up spreading out to fill the
sky and dying here-there at the end of a perception of oneness. I am
formless.
Immeasurable real and objective here now is all life is all movement is
all a vast giving of the great breath breathing life out and inbreathing
life in. Form is in love with formlessness and formlessness is in love
with form.
COPYRIGHT ©
A. BLAIR-EWART.
