Recognizing within consciousness that which we construct or presume as a barrier to freedom, all is revealed to be forever without boundary or limitation.
Recognizing within consciousness that from which we recoil in conditioned
reactivity, all is revealed to be nothing but the perfect communication of Love to itself.
Recognizing within consciousness the appearance of all arising worlds, beings, and birds, all are revealed to be nothing but reflections of our own indivisible form.
Recognizing within consciousness the inevitable vanishing of each and every temporary formation, the universe itself is revealed to be nothing but the holographic display of an impersonal emptiness.
Recognizing the futility of belief in or identification with any projection of mind, whether form or concept, memory or sensation, our own True Nature — Awareness itself – begins to awaken to itself.
Forsaking any effort to have anything be other than What It Is, all presumed
limitations are liberated and enjoyed as nothing but modifications of happiness itself.
Forsaking the belief that there is anything falling into a category such as true or false, I recognize the source of such notions as the play of pure imagination.
Forsaking the belief that there is anything falling into a category such as free or not, I recognize the source of imagination as a play of unconditional Love.
By recognizing them as mere fantasies and fictional stories, I forsake all claims of certainty such as “This is mine. This is my self. This is what I am.”
In the transparent recognition that there is no past, present, or future, nor any concrete and enduring self or person, nothing needs to be hoped for, feared, saved, redeemed, or forgiven.
Even so — forgive everyone everything.
This is the great testimony to nobody, the manifesto of the dreamer undone in the midst of the dream, both manifest and un-manifest at last come clean, no gap between, no space to stick meaning, no meaning to stick, no magic trick —
nobody here, nobody there, everyone everywhere perfectly aware, at peace, at play in the fleece, asleep in the deep, but beware, what’s sewn will be reaped in a Dharma-streaked leap stretched from nowhere to everywhere:
“As this arises, so does that.
As that subsides, this too.”
This medicine song I’m singing for you – find out for yourself if it’s true.