Your fascination with the play of experience
has grown a bit stale — it’s downright wearying.
You’ve been dancing with costumed phantoms
throughout the night — your own creations.
Blink your eyes. Where are they now?
You’ve been stumbling over your own feet.
Listen: try turning your attention around.
Go all the way back to its source.
Rest in that.
Just keep resting.
It’s dark now, but dawn is not far away.
Be empty, be ready. Inhale, release.
Soon, soon, the morning’s first bird song
will open into a luminous transparency —
the limitless expanse of your own mind!
There’s nothing to it, just don’t complicate.
You can’t hold on, you can’t let go.
All of your tedious efforts to control
and manipulate — pure futility.
Your bookshelves are straining
under the weight of the blind
leading the blind.
What have you learned?
How to stay blind?
You can get up and walk out
into the freshly falling light.
You can go right now.
You may shiver and stammer,
but it will not harm you.
Spread your arms to receive.
There is mercy, there is grace.
Everything you have ever needed
is waiting for you, patiently.
It’s not in these words,
not in more ideas.
You’ve been searching for safety.
Relax, you are safety itself.
If you realized at all, just for a moment,
how utterly loved you are, you would
collapse to your knees in tears.
Here it is now, the glow of dawn
on the horizon — it’s our time.
I’ll take your hand,