The Heart of the Self (A Poem)
Use every moment to go deeper into the heart of the Self. It is always there. Hidden in the facade of the mind, the appearances of the moment, the people and problems of the world…
How can the Self, absolute All, hide from itself … a miracle if there ever was one!
Unveil it in the smile of a colleague, hear it laughing, and in the breaking open of a problem to a new solution.
See in the answer to every question of the mind silent “Unknown”
In the sound of a distant dog barking in the night, the secret of the universe
Reveals a mother pregnant, giving birth to a thousand varieties of flowers
What room for doubt is thee, o timid mind of man
Fantasies variegated dreamworks whose chambered ceilings give rise to echoing thoughts…
Gone in an instant of light.
What faith seeds me