nothing less than sahaj samadhi...

when the sincere seeker comes and sits

in the presence of Guru

mind is purified effortlessly

it is the greatest blessing of this life 

to find an authentic Guru..

without this light  --

one is caught in philosophy and **thoughts** of 

what is true and what is false....  

not the direct experience of it...

which is like night and day...

in fact there is no relation....

and much of the time one does not even know 

that there is a blindness within

until there is a direct experience and the mind

falls away  ...

even for a moment 

then yes...  one can see what is being said by Guru

is 100% undiluted truth....

the ones that fight what is being said and move 

back into the shadows

believing they know better are indeed their own

worst enemy and do not know it or want to admit it...

very sad indeed as they are only hurting themselves...

this is the truth friends ...

the darkness can be very deceptive in creating
false shadows that one takes to be real
or one can fool themselves into believing
they are farther ahead than what is indeed the reality..
when caught in this type of thing
there is stagnation really
because there is no chance for mind to be challenged
and forward motion to continue...

so please devoted soul,
do not stay content with any type of mental concept
or thought pattern
be it good or bad...
continue with self inquiry and the practices
stay steady
it is not until every thought is washed clean
that a clear mind can be revealed --
and when no-mind is steady and effortless
(sahaja samadhi)
then indeed one has completed
and this needs to be confirmed by Guru...

may your journey continue in earnest...

om shanti

Down by the lake

Could you come

spring is just starting to burst

i saw a robin today

in the open pasture there were many noisy crows

flying, perching and washing themselves in puddles

that reflect the clouds over head

with bright bits of leaves floating 

such a joyous ruckus

Could you come 

there is a bit of sun bursting and it feels like

the very first spring

as the winter was so starkly bare and lingered

many a day

but today you can sit on a rock and watch the clouds moving

or walk through the woods and see the bright

bursts of new life

Could you come

even with the cold, the cherry blossoms are blooming

row after row of

specks of green and pink

that will soon be full with glory

Could you come

the water is still and calm here

and if you sit long enough sometimes a turtle appears

on a big rock or the duck and her babes waddle by

and the glorious mountain that seems omnipresent

emerges from behind the clouds

the children are playing and laughing here too

their toys are the sticks and rocks

this world is a joy to them

everything is brand new

Leave your busy day and come

let the song of doing go

come down to the waters of life 

that wash your work away

sit for a long time under a tree 

and watch the shadows fall

Could you come

spring is just starting to burst

down by the lake....

nature, such a gift

the earth is moist with decaying leaves

watching the light as it plays through the branches 

the sparkle of water in the distance

a fallen tree trunk for a chair

shades of dying bits of life on the dirt floor

the smell of the woods

the sound of many in the distance echo

a falling dry leaf hits the ground

sitting for many hours

evening falls

bright sunset

little miracles emerge

to delight the eye

how wondrous

refreshing air

completely alone

nothing is forbidden here

in nature

so open

such a gift

Come meet me

Meet me here at dawn 

when the sun begins to emerge over the mountains

and the sky is colored with shades of pink and red

when the moonlight can still be seen 

reflecting the sun's glory

meet me here in the quiet morning

near the still lake

with the cherry blossoms growing fat

right before they fall like pink rain on the pavement

when the smell of the cool air lingers

and all is quiet except the birds call

this is when you can meet me

come find me this time

when the tulip opens like a miracle 

in the early morning hour

with the lone bird sitting on the post

and the blanket of night

has not yet completely pulled away it's cover..

meet me at this hour

when the heads are still on the pillows with dreams flowing thru

and mind has not yet awakened to start it's hurried plans

when the mystery of life, busy with it's wondrous work resound
and the calm waters
lapping gently against the rocks can be heard
i will be waiting here
at this time

the boat is just starting to leave the dock

hurry,
come meet me