Becoming Me

A charming story of creation (mostly a modern retelling of a Hindu one; might have been better without the final line, "but even then...").

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[Vinod]

Monism is extremely difficult to capture in words because languages have been developed through the operation of common sense, which does not enquire into the nature of the self and simply accepts the dualistic view as given.

[anamika]

Humming Birds—

The thought arouse
like a renegade moon
in my murky mind —

“All manifestations
of apparent existence
are already self-contained
in perfect Essence.”

Wow, so now
only real goal:
Realize the Source
being love drunk
in the tavern
within our heart cavern
of Old Brahmic Town.

The shriaz grape
already has
vintage wine,
plucked off
umbilical vine—
even dances with Dionysus.

Folks, why spin the spokes,
headin’ out nowhere true?
Difficult today to practice,
but what really need do?
Would the strawberry
struggle to sprout legs
and venture to the market
to find sweetness, or
the jasmine moan for wings
to seek fragrance beneath the moon?

Did Christ want a church
when he declared—
“The Kingdom of Divinity Dwells Within.”
Sweet dear Kabir knew
the shade & songbirds & swings
already exist in the chestnut,
and inside all these countless clay jars…
well, Infinity.

Just be agile & transparent
as hummingbird wings,
serenely focused sippin’
on seven sweet spots
& be love drunk
on your own lotus nectar!
As this talking human head
already has Shiva/Buddha/Beloved
smiling in Sunflower Sashahara Star
emanating Supreme Samadhi.

Believe & perceive all phenomenon
as Absolute Consciousness
blissfully dancing alone
upon it’s own Lila stage—
every particle; a World
simply spinnin’; to The Word.

source:-http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=10250

[Butters]

Very interesting.

I'm reposting to my blog, if you don't mind.