I sing a song that emits and glows -- its own life,
Tonights, todays and mornings.
The declaration permeates every pore, every breath, every cell, every word, thought and non-thought.
Passionate with all phenomena. How can this be?
Lying on the couch in Cambridge Bay.
Listening to Beethoven's 9th Symphony.
The currents of bliss, clarity and non-distinction are inseparable, intertwined like liquid serpents.
Energy gushing forth from every cell, the rivers are flowing.
Great pouring through the arms and hands, from the heart through to the feet and out . . . flowing, commingling with phenomena. OH GOD.
There is no separation with the couch. The body-mind is the couch.
Boundaries and boundrilessness are meaningless -- simultaneous harmony.
Dissolution and forming together.
The body-mind is no longer . . . just vastness, anywhere, any scope, both large and infinitely tiny . . . OH so tiny.
OH God. The conscoiusness has settled like an ocean of multiple universes.
Actively pulsating in union . . . from countless cells and rivers vast and interpenetrated with the rise and fall of billions of shiftings.
The AH is felt bubbling -- proclaiming life, procreating -- fecund,
Complete non-clinging, yet totally clinging.
A bliss so total -- empty, indescribably mysterious.
Button thy lips.
Seeing the wall, paint, gyprock, dust and bacteria,
Is to hear the bubbling of love for all life.
HA! Belief in suffering and non-suffering. AH! HUM!
With tears of joy arises an inseparable commingling of mind with the Teacher, vast,
awesome, powerful -- gushing forth and utterly still -- a puzzle --
The joy of Path and Fruit. Do I care if its mysteries are plumbed? -- no and yes.
Risings and fallings together -- past and futures blend.
Before and within, creatures are born and die, formed and transformed.
In the realm of non-distinction AH emits and communicates a great love.
Heart burst . . . nova . . . touching the non-dual, the song of release:
A love to try,
A love to embrace,
A love to discover,
A love to be silent,
A love to mistake,
A love to communicate,
A love to have concepts,
A love to manifest,
A love to experience the opening of sight, the expanse of hearing, the explosion of touch, the bursting of smell, the ambrosia of tastes, pulse of heat, the splash of cold.
The popping, the effervescence that is cosmos colliding, and exploding,
Yet so utterly loud and deeply silent -- is anything happening?
Being the consciousness of the deep ocean and the sun surface and touching my skin is the fabric of the couch. My skin? The ocean's skin. HA AH!
Every action a manifestation of the Bodhicitta -- the call, the pulse to awaken. Flowing through all, present in all. AH.
I am now a gem cutter. In the rough is profound beauty and mystery.
In the cutting is the action, which cannot be described for it is so fundamental -- so elemental, the craft . . . the building, the dissolution of form.
Effortless joy of movement . . . communicating the conundrum of silliness of to do or not to do . . . there is no-thing to do. Transforming the rough, transforms -- beauty pouring into beauty.
The colour pouring forth -- bringing a smile to a tight face.
One more pulsation. AH.
To stand on a mountain, to be an ant -- taste the dirt.
To hear and taste essence in billions of motions, births, lives and deathings.
Standing forth on the Arctic snow, wind howling, the cold refreshing
Let go into the vast . . . . . and gasp.
A Path you cannot stand on,
A sky so vast you cannot breathe,
A mind you cannot find,
A brilliance you cannot see,
A thought that has no origin and no place to go,
A bliss you cannot define,
A time you cannot say,
An embryo and child you cannot locate in space,
A brain you cannot pin point,
A body so interwoven with bodies you cannot preach.
A song tonight, so utterly delicious,
So hilariously mysterious.
AH:
Mark Webber
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