How easy it is to settle back
into being someone, having something, knowing anything.
It can be so subtle,
creeping into one’s attention as an unseen background
that colours the world with a faint translucence,
invisible if one is not alert to the possibility.
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It can take many forms:
being the One who is Empty,
the One who holds the biggest perspective,
the One who will set the world on fire with their writings.
The temptation hangs there like the serpent’s apple for Eve,
willing One to claim something, anything back
from the stark austerity of a life beyond the personal.
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Resist! Recognise! Respond!
The vehicle for Truth can so quickly become the toad
that squats on it.
Throw it All up in the air,
again, and again and again…….
The chaff will blow away on the winds of change
and whatever is True and Real will continue to flow
in the unfolding
that is forever out of reach
yet intimately close.