Divine Nature

This morning,

I left my house

Intent on becoming somebody

On showing the World

Just how important I am.

And you wouldn’t believe

Who I met along the way.

The World,

Looking lost,

Searching for its own importance.

Now, I’m on my way back home,

A nobody with a new friend.

 

Excuse my silence,

And my slow unfolding movement.

I am like an unborn baby

Resting in the Infinite Ocean

Of the Cosmic Womb.

At sunrise,

I am baptized in the Infinite Ocean of Love.

At midday,

I sit on my cushion and disappear into Emptiness.

By nightfall,

I have climbed the eight limbs

To rest in Shiva’s bosom.

And that’s not the end of it.

No, not the end of it.

Sometimes I am up at midnight,

And if you peek inside the window of my soul,

You will likely see me

Whirling nonstop to the instruments of Love.

My teacher is the Infinite Ocean of Love.

I have melted away inside my teacher.

When my teacher flows,

I flow;

Remains still,

I am still;

Makes wakes,

I make wakes;

And loves,

I love.

Whatever my teacher does,

I must follow.

Except that doing and following happen as one.

There is no flowing after flowing;

No stillness after stillness;

No making waves after making waves;

And no love after love.

There is only what my teacher does,

Nothing follows.

Sitting,

I am like a dandelion

Rooted in the palms of Life

Wind comes.

My wholeness is in pieces

Being gently blown

Across the field of Love.

 

I looked for me in the things I do

And found only ideas, expectations, and fears.

Then I looked for me beyond me

And found light, an infinite ocean, and an all-encompassing cosmic wave of Love.

For awhile, I stopped looking.

I lost the sense of me.

It was ever evolving, ever unfolding.

Now, I have a glimpse of Reality

Beneath the unfolding

That whispers, “I am what I am not

And what I am not is what I’ve always been.”