Block the vision
Of the mind
To see Life as it is.
Rest the constructing hands
Of the ego
And touch
The raw materials
Of pure consciousness.
letting go
Would you dare
To let your truth
Fall into the
All-embracing arms
Of Life’s call to you?
When sight
Takes over
My seeing,
The mind
Abandons its yearning
And ego its doing.
My entire being
Dissolves into the loving
That Life is being.
Caught between
Deciding and moving,
My small self
Hangs on to
The phantom safety
Of a fragile solidity.
Letting go,
It falls into
The firm emptiness
Of Life’s momentum.
Let come
Let in
Let go
Until you no longer
Do any letting at all.
Don’t accept
Don’t reject
Be the calm sea
Where Life manifests.
A few times a day
I go to the same
Old restaurant – The Cushion
And order the same
Old meal – Emptiness
With some Letting Go
To wash it down.
Well, truth be told
These are the only things
On the menu.
The next time I go dining
I might as well stay
And join the kitchen staff.
When I empty
And let go
Love fills me up
And liberation
Holds my hand.
Can you hold the infinite
In the palm of your hands
Then let yourself go?
When I sit,
My ego fades away
But quickly returns
When I check
How long I sat for.
Sitting is a no-time no-ego zone.
Time strings the ego along.
Path to Being 