mundane people just flail and drown
Some drown, some swim about in the sea.
Some disappear like mist, some become a thousand forms.
Some display wonders, some are a temple in a ruin.
There is no way to say how it will be.
Wisdom negates death. Wisdom invalidates the deathless.
Wisdom negates ignorance. Wisdom eclipses knowledge.
Wisdom negates bondage. Wisdom refutes liberation.
There is no way to say how it is.
If you crack open a hard nut the meat inside is delicious but if you just bite down on the shell well, broken teeth are painful. If you look inside words at the meanings the truth is brilliance but if you parrot sounds the alienation truly aches.
There is a honey whose sweetness is unique and it flows in the flavors of feeling throughout the shrine called body. The yogi knows how to sip its nectar -worldly ones are left bewildered.
There is an ocean whose depths have never been plumbed its expanse dwells in the palace of the head. The yogi swims its vastness untouched by time - mundane people just flail and drown.
The river flows into the ocean and a flower blossoms whose roots are in the sky its petals unfolding in the Heart. Truly the body is a mystery of such wonder that even the greatest mystic will never discover a limit.
If you know this when good times arrive there is only blessing.
If you know this when bad times arrive there is only blessing.
If you know this when clarity comes there is only wisdom.
If you know this when confusion comes there is only wisdom.
If you know this when life abundant arrives there is only bliss.
If you know this then when death’s time comes there is only bliss.
The yogi who knows this secret is free in the ultimate without losing the beauty of appearances. Drinking the milk they leave the water. It is the secret of secrets better than beings, better than Buddhas.