April 2011

The silliness of the world And the confidence of fools Point to Elsewhere It's not that You are God And you have to do something It's that God is you And you have to do nothing Instead of protecting yourself For safety Demolish yourself For freedom Be no one And do nothing Because you are It doesn't matter What you don't believe As long as you Don't believe Anything Advaita only studies itself And nonduality is The search ended Before it began Because it always was Itself Advaita not two Not even one The illusion of pain Hurts so much When a great storm Overpowers you You have to go with it And it has If you're crying Isn't that just as good Aren't your tears worth As much or more Than insights Who decides the order Of preference When all arrives Higgledy piggledy As everything? You do of course Already as the one You wanted

Experts on sleep Are awake Authorities on death Are alive Professors of God Are human Judgement happens You can't judge it If you do though It's just judgement Happening They can't help doing What you judge them for And you can't help doing What you judge yourself for Any movement is already Done Before you can do it Forgive yourself Even for not forgiving Freedom is definitely Not a theory You are If you get even a tiny hint Of freedom Know the source must be In full swing And singing Everything is already Speaking to you Of freedom Listen! If you don't become Enlightened You'll be stuck with This same old Miracle If you worship the holy The unholy becomes lonely It's not these concepts That are of any use It's the wiping away Of these concepts And finally The wiping away Of that You try to know the secret When all authorities Know nothing Yet this is the hint You're after

The sage knows you are An illusion But are you your illusion Or his? And the sage knows He is an illusion But is he his illusion Or yours? You are so cleverly disguised As yourself You'd never know The sage told me He too Was not the doer And that his doing And my undoing Were being done What you say Is said Meaning is another story You understand thoughts and Ants understand pheromones But neither are spoken In heaven When meaninglessness Loses its meaning Truth becomes Clear Freedom is No longer knowing What you want The price of freedom Is everything you desired Great relief and peace Is what happens When you stop searching For it Neti neti Negating things Helps free you From what wasn't there There is no learning Only unlearning So becoming a teacher Yourself Seems less urgent