Entering the Sublime
Awareness Play Circle

What is true now, deep inside?

Desires and fears — born of unmet needs — rise like mist, and the sublime falls from view. We wait for the future, we negotiate with the moment, we compromise.

We mistake our reflection for another. We hold back, we turn away — we keep on running, and don't even know it.

Who can pursue the one who has stopped running?

Vastness is waiting; and we are absorbed in time.
But the timeless net has been cast wide; coarse are its meshes, yet nothing slips through. There is not a blade of grass out of place.

 

Gate, gate, paragate,

parasamgate;

Bodhi svaha.

Gone, gone, gone beyond,

utterly gone beyond;

Awakening, so be it.