Contemplating a mystic poet
The music passes by you unnoticed. You do not hear. The table is set, the feast is prepared, and you do not hear the call. Instead, you dine on the world’s spun sugar in the small corners of your life. The music plays on. The feast awaits. Come in from the ‘highways and hedges’ to sup as Jesus once asked all to do.
You cannot say what you do not know. The me of the body is ignorant of your true nature. Twia knows. Twia says in silence. Release the body. Enter the silence within. You have no place otherwise. Are you alive or dead? Neither—you are eternal. You are all things—the sun, the moon, the stars. You are everywhere. You are consciousness in existence, which is the whole of the all. There is no separation but in your own ignorance. How can you say when you do not know?
Let the music play. Listen in the silence. Silence lives in you as wisdom. Feast on the joy of wisdom. The ember of wisdom and joy glows within, awaiting to be fanned into a burning radiance in all. That radiance is the kiss of awareness upon your face. Awareness stokes the fire in you. Awareness brings you in from the ‘highways and hedges’ to feast at the table prepared for all. In awareness you know without words to dine at the table within instead of in the small corners of your life.