The Mind Asks

Transmission

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THE MIND ASKS

The mind asks
how do I make sense
of an unreasonable world

The heart asks
how do I find hope
in an unloving world

The soul asks
how do I recognize meaning
in the suffering I see
and the heartbreak I feel
for I know
that life owes me nothing
and that I am blessed
to be born
to be a part
of the search for 
the reason
love
and meaning
inherent
to my birth

Twofold is your answer:
Trust beyond what you fear
Envision beyond what you see

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We live
ants under a glass
so busy with our building
and our battles
we forget to look up
at what is so much larger
than the impressions of our days
Thus we believe in
the smallness of our world
and we doubt
in the possibility of beings
beyond what our small minds
can grasp
So determined are we
to live by the evidence
of our suffering
we defame and revile
those who question it
So mighty
is the throne upon which
we place
the darkness of our soul

And yet the realm of magic
something we ascribe
only to the wild ones
lives shining within every moment
for even the heaviest suffering must end
and even the most empty heart
will face a reckoning
when matter melts
and dust to dust
we return to the Home
of our hearts

Presence is not a teaching
It is an experience

When we stand so
we leave behind the language
of why and how
entering instead 
into the realm beyond the body
even though it may be our
very breath
which brings us there
It is the freedom
of separation from
the rules of the game
It is the willingness to say
the child in me
knew more
than all my years of study

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It is where we slip 
into the crevasse
of the widening psyche
as all our explanations dissolve
in a wave of distinct
visceral beauty
and nothing else matters
anymore

Know this
those who insist
upon believing only
in the domain of the mind
will remain within this matrix
Those who are ready
to learn to disconnect
from the confines of control
need no weaponry
no argument
and no external permission
The walls will crumble
as our hearts allow
and a new breed of human 
will be born
Suffering will be a memory
not of history
but of a dream
we once lived together
on our way
to the great remembering

We will honour
the dead and the reborn
and we will herald 
a river of life so vast
we will finally understand
the meaning of Eternity

No longer foreign
it becomes our absolute
within which 
all answers are found

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Can you feel it?
Can you see yourself
as one sliver 
one particle of endlessness?
If you are no longer separate
can you imagine 
how nothing can be lost
and everything rises
with Love’s command?

So as our world seems to crumble
as our fears dance 
in ridiculous temptation
it is time to smile
and surrender to the way
our bodies lead us
to the infinite
form to the formless
shadow to light
demon to Divine

The illusion is done

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much love,
Adi