The Gap.

“ Do you know how it is to stand

Astride the gap between the worlds?

One who has been there remembers:

The thought-free moment that is the door,

The one true sound that is the key,

The delicate perfection underlying and pervading everything in a fragile lattice-work of light,

The exquisite and blissful peace in that silence.” Mickey

There is a chink in the shutters through which the wind whistles.

 A crack in the curtains lets sunlight stream through like molten gold.

There is always a gap, a hidden doorway, a pause, a secret break in the space-time continuum.

Listen carefully, all ye prisoners of the mind: this is your escape route, your path to freedom, your gateway to  infinity.

In the mind, it is the space between two thoughts.

 In the sky , it is the gap in the clouds that lets you get a glimpse of  heaven.

In music, it is the silence between the notes.

In you, it is the Heart , the still center of Being.

This is the Here, the Now, the Self , the Tao that is the source and the substance of all things.

This is who you really are.

 Mind the Gap. Find the Gap.

Slip through  and be free.

The Hourglass

"So you run and you run to try to catch up with the sun, but its sinking,

Racing around to come up behind you again.

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older;

Shorter of breath, one day closer to death."

Time, Pink Floyd - the Dark Side of the Moon

In the deepest level of  being, a yearning is felt for  the real, the true.

In the highest sky of  inner consciousness, shines radiant  a divine star.

Your true nature sings of infinite bliss and unending peace; can you hear its song?

Will you finally claim your inheritance, O child of man, and know who you truly are?

This hidden treasure lies in your Heart-centre, your very soul.

You cannot measure it with the senses  or know it with the mind.

Seek the source of your own existence in the depths of being;

When the seeker dissolves in that silence, the sought is defined.

Life falls like sand in an hourglass, disappears like rain in the desert of Time.

A trillion worlds dissolve in a cosmic sea.

Are you a brief butterfly wave that rises and falls- or are you the infinite Ocean?

Ponder this, my friend : which would you rather be?

Morning Raga

Listen! In the first faint light of  dawn, silence begets the origin of all song.

Soft gurgle of water flowing downriver, the first whispers of wind in the trees;

Cuckoos cry to the world to awaken, splash of a fish leaping and falling,
the slither of oars and the soft hiss of the boat against the stream.

The first women washing clothes on the bank swish, thud ! swish, thud!

 like souls being cleansed in the river of Grace in a rhythm as old as the earth.

Far away a herd-boy calls to his sleepy cows to cross at the ford while the water is low.

Bird-songs begin and resonate in chorus, do you hear the clouds drift secretly across the sky?

It seems everything is singing in harmony…where does that deep underlying chord of Om arise?

See! The vast dark sky  blushes so delicately as Space reveals hidden beauty at the fading edge of night.

A still-bright sliver of moon slides down the horizon, as day triumphant drifts up all orange and gold.

And oh look! The magnificent splendour of a rising sun!

No thoughts, no words, no stories: only this effortless, blissful perfection of every new dawn.

If this is illusion, what artist created such glory?

If morning does not open your heart to the sacred,

nothing will!