Here is the drama and passion of manifestation, all as the transparent play and dissolution of the Only Awake One.
Walking along the Piscataquog River one morning, I feel the ecstatic nature of my whole bodily being and am in love with it: the swing and openness of the hips, the simple surety of the stride, the length of my body from the crown to the ground as it moves through the air with its outreach and embrace of being. I feel the wonder of the radiant source enlivening my bodily existence as It “bends” to kiss the earth down through what is thereby created as my etheric potential, now blossoming into physical form. The original and spontaneous interplay of light and passion continues to express as my own light and passion, rising as the trembling songs of my own flesh, yet as nothing more than the free expression of Original Intrinsic Awakeness.
This self-illumined presence has only momentarily expressed through me. With the passing of my form the presence will still abide in its selfless effulgence as the only awake one. There is no loss or gain here. Just the empty manifestation of this mountain and river body, of the bright moon that is also the moonless night, the moist and dark unknowing, falling as rain without a self. What about that infamous tree falling in the forest?
moonlight is falling
quietly across the pines.
no one to witness.