Monday, July 19

The stars of heaven

Let your mind go
Wherever it will
Look with devotion
To the depths of
The darkest part
Of the night sky
 
Push yourself not
In a specific direction
Your innate being-ness
Already knows all
The cardinal compass points
Of the infinite landscape
 
Reach and strive not
Towards any goal
Neither obvious or obscured
Seek not the bright pole star
The fixed points are already known
Your bliss lives not there
 
The glorious infinite bliss
Of your own being
Actively living and breathing
Is not found on any map
There is no fixed point in the cosmos
It resides in you; that infinite space flowing
In-between the stars of heaven
 
 
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