Years of effort all lead to one inescapable recognition…
I need not do anything simply because, all effort is of the ego.
Sounds ludicrous but the truth dawns in me with such clarity,
making me wonder… just for an instant… What the hell have I been doing all these years?
If only we could fully understand the nature of watchfulness…
Because once we do, nothing else matters, nothing else is real,
except for - The Witness.
The questions disappear as the answers are now irrelevant.
Restless desires fade, since I understand they are of the ego, and what I was yesterday is not what I am today.
I am constantly evolving therefore, should remain open for the Universal Flow to reveal my every moment, whilst at all times,
revel in, “witnessing” this inevitable growth.
The world with our man made complexities and empty thrills
no longer has its grip around my heart and no longer preoccupies my mind. Witnessing affords me non-attachment - and therein lies my power.
I need not give my energy or attention to fears. They are scenes upon the screen of my mind, which I simply watch.
I finally realize, they are not real, like actors on a stage - an illusion.
Why did the “drama” wedge so deeply in my subconscious?
How could an understanding so simple and clear, take so long to manifest?
But I've already said, the questions don’t really matter anymore.
The reality is, It is what it is -
And at the same time, I already know the answer even before
the question is asked,
The process is the undoing,
The undoing is the process
Since it already is,
There is no other way -
Give Thanks…
I heard Buddha laughed hysterically when enlightenment
dawned upon him… I shake my head incredulously.
Finally, I understand why.
I spent so many lifetimes engaging the human drama
Pulling my hair out from the internal turmoil and angst,
Ready to cut the very flesh from my body in my desperation,
When all the time…
I need only to have learnt the art of being aware….
Silly me…. Silly world… silly human beings….
The greatest mystery of our entire existence
bares itself before us in its absolute simplicity,
Yet we fail to see.
Nothing before its time, so let us continue playing our silly game
as time is but also an illusion and the realization of our error
will dawn upon us in the perfect season, when all shall
become witnesses - watching ourselves play our silly game and then, we will laugh at our silliness and it will loosen its grip upon us.
We will awake to the realization that we are the creators of the game and can change the rules at any time…
