August 7, 2009
Not the Brick and Mortar of Guru’s Abode,
But Silence that happens therein.
Not the Images in a Temple named Satyalok,
But the whole meditativeness of the Universe.
Not objects of worship; nor the worshiper,
But worship that happens without worshipership.
Not concepts, conjectures or conclusions;
But the cool stillness that is spontaneous.
Neither the experience of heat nor cold.
But Coldness itself, Heat itself.
Fire feels no Heat, nor ice feels cold;
Light sees no brightness, Darkness sees not the dark.
Freedom occurs when there is no experiencer;
Life blooms when there is no idea about life.
Only perception of a Touch that is revealed,
A benediction that happens; A blasting awareness that is innocence.
Oh beauty, Oh beauty, Oh beauty.
The Energy of Love. The Energy of Understanding.
Words used to communicate the incommunicable.
— a disciple of Shibendu (message # 71)