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.”
Be you
Yes, find yourself
Resting inside your own heart
