Luminous Awareness

 When the sky opens blue, no other than Self. Just as plain as any ordinary day, every day as ordinary Self, no expression other than this, self-expression of the hum of being. What a Friend! this no-self Self, this Nothing, the best friend I’ve ever had.   The great Friend, is never far, in fact, always right here, closer than the phone in my pocket, closer than breath, closer than the blood that moves through veins, closer than the marrow of bone, more accessible than any thought or idea. Just laughter and dancing, these songs of Dharma. Nothing to put a put a finger on, no finger, Self alone. Don’t say it shines radiantly, don’t say it radiates anything at all. Nothing to distinguish it. The undistinguished one. One, only this. Nothing to contrast It. No light and no shadow. A floating dream arrives Nowhere, dissolves into Nothing. Seen through and No desires whatsoever. The sense world is burning, full of the fires of lust, anger, greed. This is maya, delusion. Seen throug...

  The words may be pointers   Fingers motioning   Directing the eyes   Back to the moon   On a winters night   In February       Here is an invitation   To take one small step   Into That       Let the unknowning be your guide   Back to the land that birthed you     Then     A symphony of strings all rejoice   From an unknown source   Somewhere in the void   Behind the clouds   That the sun has chosen   To poke through   With amber fingers of light   That sweetly caress   The mountain pines     Reach out   Be taken by the hand   Gently reminded how to whirl   Like the dervish   Caught in the mountain creek current   Of living water   Spinning eternally   In the heart wheel of God   ...

A morning kiss. One mountain and a million twinkling eyes. I want to lay down for an eternity in the soft white of your valley. The cold passes over quietly, like the kindness of winter fog. Give service to this blessing. Bow down again and again in a room adorned with Nothing. Be a snow ball that the neighbor child has just thrown into the creek. Watch as you are taken on a journey deep out to sea. Be as gentle as the bird that has just landed on the fresh pile of snow outside my window, pecking at tips of dead grass. Watch as all the previously known laws of the universe become undone. Let the awe be a bridge to your own undoing. The mountain may be hiding under two-feet of snow but you can still access it through the secret door in your heart. What the snow has given to the mountain has been given to the whole universe. Just lay down in it and be a child making snow angels, catching snowflakes with outstretched tongue. Here is an otherworldly offering. It melts in the openness of a ...

Master Edji, I was about to call you out, but then you called yourself out today in satsang. Good man. You speak a bunch of nonsense and play the role of old curmudgeon. All that is on the surface. In your heart is the Diamond of Diamonds, I have seen it now and I am at your feet.  Silence is your highest teaching. Grace moves from your heart to ours, showing us our own Diamond of Diamonds. There is a grand magic at work here. This heart of yours you open and offer to us a seat. This is our heart too, except we can’t see it yet. First we sit in the Heart of the Master. Then we see there is just one beating Heart. Your Heart is the Heart of the Self, is the Heart of all of us.  Thank you dearest Edji, you are a wonder of wonders. What Robert said, about there being a mysterious force that operates everything in the Universe, must be true because I see that mysterious force moving in you, through you, to all of us. When the Self calls the Self to the Masters feet, there is nothi...

 Last nights dream:  I am walking through a large room. There are many figures and persons from my life in this room, though they are arranged in slightly different fashion from my actual life. My high school girlfriend is partnered with one of my best friends, and likewise, one of her best friends is my partner. Other people and things are splayed about this large room which seems to be a type of alternate reality dream world of my life. Then there is a great fear that begins to creep in and I feel the room beginning to constrict. At this moment I become lucid. I see what is happening. And instead of constricting with the fear I welcome it. It explodes into tremendous power. I use that power to fly up towards the ceiling of the room and smash through it. Upon exiting through the ceiling I begin to exit the dream world. I feel my consciousness enter back into my physical body. I am gasping for air as though I were holding my breath for a long time. There is tremendous power fl...

Love is a wasted flower field after harvest, blistering in the autumn wind. Winter brings dreams and visions of what’s to come. Storm clouds born in the deep hibernation sleep of winter longing for spring. There is magic in what takes birth through longing. Tell me how else would you explain it?    Deep in your heart the longing for union goes on burning and burning. The lover burns with longing for the Beloved. Fall deep into the aching cry of your own heart fire. Let the darkness in the chasm of your being swallow you up completely. How many eons have you let this burning in your heart go unrequited? How many lives has the mind cheated you out of your own birthright?    Quietly take your seat in the great fire of your own Being. Become the ash and unfurl with the smoke. All that is you. Then you can laugh and cry with Hafiz and Rumi. Become the annihilation of a galaxy swallowed up by the gravity of a black hole. Does it become anything less, or more, in its annihi...