A cavalcade of images and projections,
memory fragments and temporary identities,
the chameleon sense of separate self and other,
all ceaselessly modified as a play of consciousness,
all fanciful creations of a dreamer lost in dreaming —
arise and dissolve like effervescent champagne bubbles
in the spacious radiance of an unfathomable immensity.
Waiting patiently beyond all transient images,
behind all smoke and shadow puppet play
in mind’s funhouse hall of mirrors, shines
a hidden luminosity, the sheer brilliance
of a pure and clear transparent light.
This light is not the acquired fruit
of some stupendous effort, clever strategy,
fortunate circumstance, or accumulated merit.
Nor is it enamored of any flashing reflection
of itself appearing in the looking glass
of our self-conscious vanities.
Although not even a particle of it
can be grasped, clung to, or retained,
it is always more immediate than thought,
more vivid than emotion, more intimate than desire.
Prior to the measurings and manipulations
of the meaning-making mind, it neither regrets
the past, nor is it anxious about what may come.
By its grace, my seasoned tinder
of hopes and worries one day ignited,
blazing across the sky of the heart.
Even now from this bed of ashes,
Love’s radiance streams out in every direction,
illuminating the ten thousand magical things.
Each one is composed of that same light,
mirroring the jewel-like essence
of Love’s effulgent Presence.
Ah, this precious gift of Life!
Yes, dance, Laldeva, dance,
with nothing on but celestial light–
what day could ever be more beautiful,
what sky at night could be more bright!