Skip to main content

Dried Up Branch of Birch on the Forest Floor

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 annihilation? Ask yourself, in the pitch black hour of your own soul, when you’ve become a dried up branch of birch on the forest floor and all that’s needed is a flash of lightning from the heavens to put you to rest for all eternity. 

 

What is lightning? | New Scientist

 


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Silent Illumination of the Mind – Seeing with Naked Awareness

  On July 4 th, 2025, I sat down in the evening to do my meditation practice. Typically, I would settle into my heart center, feel the divine presence there, and repeat the name of “Rama”. This was my most recent configuration of ‘meditation practice’ up until now: feeling into the central channel, bringing awareness into the heart, and feeling into the place where I felt divinity spring forth from within. This would often bring about a deep feeling of peace and bliss in my being, but there was still an element of seeking involved. I was seeking union with the divine and I desired the state of bliss that I had experienced so many times in the past. I wanted that bliss and nothing else. If I did my practice and did not land in the ecstatic realms of bliss I would often become disappointed. But this all changed on the evening of July 4 th . When I sat down that night I immediately knew something was different. There was no impetus or pull to do any practice. To my surprise I found ...
Post a Comment
Read more

When sky opens blue

 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...
Post a Comment
Read more

Bitter Fruit in the Mouth of Maya

 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...
Post a Comment
Read more