Someone reminded me today that having a good mind can often impede the progress of enlightenment. Thinking too much can take away from the pure enjoyment of life.
I wrote the following during a period in my life of awakening and enlightenment and reading it again today made me happy so I thought I'd share it. Thank you to all of you who are thinking of me this weekend. Your love and presence in my life is joy itself.
I was born into the world a stranger forever on a journey, never finding home, never to rest in a comfortable place. The path forever extended before me. It was dark then. Darkest when I walked behind others, trailing after them, waiting for scraps to fall from their bags. I starved on that road. I was thirsty and lonely.
A foreigner outside the fold, I sought a sisterhood, a convent in the sky. I dreamed of a makeshift heaven, full of pure white light, sunlight streaming in from all sides, filling me up, filling me.
Now the light is so bright it blinds me and in my blindness I see extraordinary things I could not see in the dark. The giddiness of complete light. Complete truth.
I build sandcastles on the pavement, walk steadily through the sand in cowboy boots. I swim in a gown of crushed velvet, satisfying both sinners and saints with my compliance and command. Priestess and Prima-donna, genius and fool at once.
My knees against my breast, the only contact-comfort I should ever need. My warm skin smelling of apricots and oranges and the wind and the water -- each a part of me and me a part of them.
Here, in the blindness of solitude's sunlight, I flourish. I thrive in the simplicity of billowing clouds, of nakedness. Outside I am barren, inside it is Spring. I bloom, I see, I work, I play, I dream at once satiated in peacefulness. Past, Present, Future, the Gods of men expired.