This following was transcribed from an audio recording I made during deep meditation.
With pain, I am numb.
With sound, I am deaf.
With sight I am blind.
With time, I am finite.
With love, I can hate.
With pain, I’m alone.
With words, I am misunderstood.
With words come confusion.
With peace comes war.
What is there to fight?
Where is there to go?
When should we be?
Such delicate expressions, so fragile.
Burning to their fullest.
What would be a full expression?
To live to the edge?
To watch it burn its brightest?
Not holding back something for tomorrow?
Unchanged by yesterday?
Let it be, this, as it is.
The fullest expression of itself.
As I skip across the pages of reality,
And say words that mean nothing,
Let us melt into oneness with each other.
Let us accept everything as it is.
Let us be whole, as we see ourselves unwhole.
Let us be wise, with nothing in our mind.
Let us know, without knowledge.
Let us love, without having.
Let us be, without anything.
Let us live, without death.
There is only an end, if there is a start, and a start without an end.
No time, without the timeless.
No sense of place, without being lost.
No self, without everything else.
Let us be, and that is enough.
Let us know nothing.
There’s a time for love, and a time for blindness.
There’s a time for pain, and a time for comfort.
A time for brightness, and a time for nothingness.
A time for rain, and a time for clear skies.
A time for the outside, and a time for the in.
A time for warmth, and a time for the cold.
A time for introspection, and a time for forgetting.
A time for pressure, and a time for release.
A time for broken and a time for fixed.
A time to be frustrated, and a time for peace.
Boredom, fascination; it is all OK.
It is all one, it is all needed, it is all here.
Its value is equal.
It is either one or zero. One, or nothing.
It is on, or it is off; it is not one.
Just the pure beauty of oneness,
And wonderousness of it all is ever present,
Always here for you right now.
This place of infinite, foreverness.
You swim in it as it washes over you.
You just let it be.
Where would you go, when you don’t know where you are?
Where would you run to, if you’re always lost?
All you’ve ever been is lost.
There is nowhere to run to,
and nothing to run from.
Forever at home.
The nonsense you hear makes perfect sense.
The alignment you fear is the only side.
We can’t have one without the other.
You fight the other, or be both.
In both, you are neither.
In simplicity, there is truth.
In simplicity, there is nothing.
In looking, you become lost.
In owning, you have nothing.
In seeking, you will never find.
In hoping, you find fear.
In releasing, you are at peace.
In love, there is hate.
In light, there is dark.
In more, there is less.
In reaching, there is receding.
In withdrawing, there is attack.
With resistance, there is onslaught.
In grabbing, there is resistance.
In knowing, there is ignorance.
In simplicity, there is eternal complexity.
In pain, there is comfort.
In the forever, there is now.
In nonsense, there is sense.
In blindness, there is sight.
In colours, there is light.
In darkness, there is pain.
In life; light and dark are one.
It is all the Tao, it is all one, it is all OK.
Those who fight the OK, are OK.
Those who fight for OK, need to simply put down their weapons.
Those that once resisted your fight to make them OK, will be free to be OK.
Let it all be OK, for it is, and always has been, and always shall be.
Every cry, let it be.
I do not resist, or question.
If it is, then it must be OK.
For how could it be, and not be OK?
Through the lens of human judgement only.
Through the lens of an eternal experience of infinite possibilities,
It is merely an obvious function,
An inevitable outcome of the infinite.
Every question you ask has its answer built into it.
For infinity, creates infinite.
Let it be infinite.
Let your piece be the piece that it is,
For it is the piece that you have.
I am not the vessel, I wish this message reaches you.
The vessel focuses the message,
Filters the message through to you.
For it is not the vessel that speaks.
It is beyond. It is outside, it is within.
It is everyone, it is you.
Its everything, and therefore nothing.
It is all of it, being and non-being, the black and the white and the sounds and the silence.
The wisdom, the Universe, the emptiness. Absolute completion.
The infinite manifest. Never to be tied down, Forever contained.
The I does not want to package the infinite.
The I doesn’t want this life to be pieced;
To wrap it up in a bow for you.
The I doesn’t want to take a chunk out of it.
Take its separateness and strip it away and hold it as ‘mine’.
Its dead, and causes pain.
Now you can judge me for that piece?
The I separate from the all?
The chunk separate from infinite wisdom?
To be judged right or wrong?
To be taken by you as true or false?
To be a representation of you or your enemy?
This piece; this piece of the infinite that is never disconnected from infinity cannot be thrust into duality.
Let the I slip away.
Dissolve into this moment forever.
Only with time are you finite.
Here, you are forever.
Let me hold your hand.
Hold the hand of eternity.
Millions of you, hold my hand, as though they are here alone.
You are with me.
As I become you, I find myself.
As I wash away, I come home.
As I dissolve, I am formed.
As I am known, I am unknown.
As I whisper, I shout.
As I am clear, I sound confused.
I seem lost when I have found the way.
I seem trapped when I am free.
When I am in pain, I am at peace.
In peace there is pain.
The infinite transcends these dualities.
The infinite Tao transcends all things.
Let it be.
Let it be.
Let it be.
Let it be.
You fight to take tomorrow, and you’ll lose today.
In wanting, you’ll have nothing.
In feeling, you are numb.
There is one, and it exists within zero.
It is one, or everything.
It is one, or it is nothing.
It is separate, it is separately a part of this infinity, infinitely.
In holding, I am weak.
In allowing, there is peace.
In seeking, you are lost.
The light shines through you.
It cannot be stopped, except for when it stops.
In the infinite, it is and it isn’t,
For how else could it be infinite?
It is both nonsense and pure sense,
Without logic, and logic itself.
You are time, as is timeless.
My speech may be silent, but I am heard.