The Vagabond Swordsman.

Puny human intellects, playing their infantile games of conceptual thought, argue and pontificate , create histories, dogmas, philosophies, sciences : all dust on the wind, foam on the waves.
Who will name the nameless, shape the formless, pin down the timeless?
As well try to devour the sun or swallow the oceans!

Can words describe that which is beyond all description?
 Can intellect measure the infinite nothingness of no-mind?
A vagabond in ragged clothes laughs in the face of the storm.
 He has nothing, does nothing, says nothing - but he is everything.
He dwells in silence...and the razor-edged sword of his poise cuts through 200,000 years of human knowledge like a knife through butter!

Surrender - the joy of letting go.

Creation's greatest paradox: in order to LIVE fully and totally, you must learn how to die before your body dies!
Sweet surrender! The joy of letting it all go...falling like a stone into the unknown, with no fear or hesitation.
What are you clinging to anyway? A bag of garbage - concepts and memories and shapes of light and shadow, ghosts of a non-existent past.
What are you trying to protect and preserve, with such great desperation? A soap-bubble floating briefly on the air.
Lay your neck gladly on the block and let Her sharp sword cut off your head.
Be the drop that falls willingly into the ocean, dissolving its individuality in the vastness.
Leap without hesitation into the abyss, with total trust.
That's all it takes to surrender.
And inherit infinity.
No words can describe the taste of that freedom!

Invitation

Life is an open invitation. The universe has no locked doors, or gates- only vast ,open expanses of freedom.

Everything we see and hear and feel is an invitation to grow into who we really are. 

The open sky, the flowing river, the trees waving their welcome to the wind- all invite us to the bliss of Being.

Fire and water and earth and sky weave their dance of perfect harmony, inviting us to  feel the magic and the joy and the perfect peace of knowing that there is only ONE - and that WE are this ONE.

All barriers and differentiations are illusions that disappear like mist when the inner eye is opened.

How we laugh together as we celebrate our infinity!

 Let the music play and the dance begin, let the wine flow and  hearts sing!

Come! We who were never born and will never die, let us celebrate our infinite and eternal birthday, magically created anew with every breath.

Joined together in perfection, let us blow trumpets of silence that will shatter all the gates of thought and word and memory and set our spirits free!

Come let us celebrate this day of freedom and bless the universe with our joy and laughter.

O dearly beloved ! Come celebrate this special moment with me!

Treedom

Treedom is freedom. What does this mean?
Consider the splendour of the old mahogany tree arrayed in his brand-new spring foliage of jewel-green.For close to a hundred years, he has grown in harmony with the seasons, roots reaching ever deeper into the earth as his branches reach ever higher into the sky. Though he does not travel, he bridges earth and heaven and dances with wind and sun and rain.
In the timeless rhythm of the seasons, he flows in perfect harmony.
He is my guru and an old friend..I have known him all the years of my life.
I feel the power and the deep wisdom he emanates, the compassion in his heart, providing cool shade to weary humans and a refuge to generations of birds and squirrels and insects and lizards.
He teaches me how to stay still, alert and aware, to plumb my inner depths and heights, grow deep and tall in the vertical dimension of the present moment.
From trees I learnt that , for spiritual growth, this is the first step....balancing the heights and the depths, carrying the light of heaven into the dark  of earth and balancing the airy dance of expanding consciousness with  the deep-rooted strength of anchored centering.
Once  depth and height meet, awareness spreads in all directions like a blazing sun!

Everyday is my birthday.

Everyday is my birthday.
Every moment I am born anew.
Once I dissolve into my center,
Every breath is a song of praise,
Every heartbeat a reminder
That the perfect gem of Tao,
Shining like an eternal sun
In the midst of all creatures and conditions,
Is my true home.
Right Here. Right Now.
Forever.

Everyday Magic

Warm sun on your face,
Never ending blue sky,
Wind dancing with treetops a-shiver with leaves,
flaming red flowers that gladden the eye.
A song in your heart-
you breathe anyhow,
blood pulsing in joy with this perfect moment,
Infinity , eternity, right here and right now.
Everyday magic
Is easy to find;
Like a bird on the wing you glide and you soar
Through the thoughtless expanse of infinite mind.
Let go of it all!
Stop and just be.
Child laughing in wonder at dragonfly glory -
Innocence re-discovered, feels so good to be free!

The mystery of man.

What a mystery! Immortal perfection, dwelling in an ocean of love and joy and light, is miserable and lonely and frightened!
It's just a matter of mistaken identity- you forgot who you really are!
All this learning and knowledge and endless verbalisation are cluttering up your head.
Stop this restless, incessant thinking! Get rid of this unnecessary disease.Throw away all the garbage you have been carrying all these years.
Drop your burdens and rest in the garden of silence.

Once the scales of conceptual thought drop from the eyes, magic is revealed.
In the slanting sunlight, the scarlet flowers on the tree look like rare rubies.
The sound of angels singing is the sound of the breath dancing inside you.
Welcome to the Heart where all suffering disappears.
Let go! Surrender to that deep, ineffable peace.