There is Open Intelligence surrounding us at all moments.
There is no need to do anything.
We are what we seek.
We are the rising, the falling, Rumi’s breath.
We are the singing, the sobbing, the sigh of Hafiz.
It’s all over before it begins.
It never began.
We are everything which arises,
why limit ourselves to a single being,
a Ben, a Kathy, a Laurie, an Elisa, a Patricia, a Colleen, a round-Robin?
Why not see ourselves as we truly are:
the computer keyboard, snow falling, this cup of tea.
Every time you try to do, you’re falling back
into the personality, the limits.
Pause between breaths, as the suffering arises,
connect with what never leaves,
never shall desert us.
What are we?
Only that huge Everything,
that amazing gift of Presence,
always gesturing towards itself
and everything you see, hear, feel now
in this room.
It was never otherwise,
no matter how you dreamed it
sunrise after sunrise after passing sunrise.