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to lay bare

When I entered my mid-twenties, spiritual search underway, I longed for “enlightenment.” It seemed like the maraschino cherry I’d always begged my parents for–the taste of a rare and enigmatic sweetness. A few people mysteriously earned this cherry. How’d they do that? More chanting? Better diet? Longer meditation? Kinder demeanor? Deeper surrender? Selflessness? It seemed unreachable and scary. I tried it all.

I mistakenly believed something needed to be added. It took thirty-seven years before I understood the reverse is truer: a laying bare. Stripping down. Emptying out. The implications of this are–initially–far scarier. I apparently needed to dismantle and unlearn the vast house-of-cards I had constructed.

The good news is that we don’t “do” it. And there’s no “i” nor “it,” either. When the time is right, this stripping away occurs all on its own–life’s reckless brilliance. I doubt it can be prevented. Resistance is futile.

©Amrita Skye Blaine, 2017
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tired of speaking sweetly

Although Hafiz uses dual language to express his non-dual understanding, this poem still touched me. Reposted from Panhala poetry.

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Tired of Speaking Sweetly

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth

That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,

Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.

The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:

Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.

~ Hafiz ~

(The Gift – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

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