Contemplating a mystic poet
Notice the world around you. Take heed of things that happen. Accept all with peace of heart while holding your tongue. The form of a thing gives way to its reality. Your form pales against your reality. The beautiful and the ugly are carried on the same wind. Like beauty and ugliness, form does not last.
What moves and spins and twirls is the energy of existence. The existence is transitory. The energy is eternal. You are the energy of existence. You are the coming and going of the world. How is it you? There is no other. There is no separation. You are I AM. You are consciousness-expressing. There is only I AM and no other. Consciousness is totality.
There is a constant opening and closing of the bellows that drives the winds of change. The winds blow across the seas, bringing the tips of waves to rise and fall. They set the universe into motion, so let them set your joy free. Do not hold back. Breathe! Take in the joy that is your own true nature. The world will smile upon you.
How does it feel to be aware of your own true nature and to know that you are dreaming in existence. Awaken to the dream. Let the body return to dust. There is no hurry. You are eternal.
You have come into existence, but you are not stuck in form. Form is transitory. You are more than a dust mote in spacetime. Do not think about it. Be its witness.
In form, you have forgotten your true nature. It is veiled by the dust of the world. You are experiencing separation as a me of the body. Everything you do is for the body’s physical and emotional survival. Your world is perception. You see it through eyes of separation. Nothing is real. All is transitory. Nothing is at rest. All is vibration.