unborn nature of reality
Torn Paper Mind on a sleepless night 2AM: The body is love. The body is light made the illusion of substance. The body is the identity of all appearance. Free from all self-concern, the body becomes a mystery uncontrived easeful. 3AM : The body is single and whole, the body of life – all appearance held in the mind of Silence. The body is never separate from heartbreak, never separate from joy. Love knows Christ and the one who murdered Christ – inseparable. 4AM : Silence fills the body. Mind has gone to nothing. Space extends and its extension is the unfolding of mystery. Love, wound, bliss all find their ease and rest in a perfect openness aware and yet untouched – even by Being. 6AM: From silence comes dawn light. Worlds and beings awaken in the kangaroo pouch of Being. Filaments of light form the body. The heart of mystery puts on the shirt of appearance. Body, taken off the hanger in the closet of Nothingness, makes a fashionable statement.
The unborn nature of reality does not deny appearance, it only denies birth. The unfolding of appearance has never actually implied even an iota of separative self. Apprehender and apprehended are just a bit of mistaken inference. Look into it carefully and you will discover the substanceless, intangible magic of appearing never strays from wisdom's bright indefinable openness - like dreams in the night-time mind. While this is all a true description, as true as conceptual language structure can make it, it matters not one whit unless you realize it. Make it real in the continuum of body, mind, perceiving. The path exists for this purpose and no other. Body longs for the Love known in and as life when wisdom dawns. Mind longs for the Silence at the end of confusion. Feeling longs for the ease and tenderness of simplicity when ego centeredness ends. Be ever so careful how you shape the longing that is your life for that will determine your present, your future. -------- t.k.