The Enlightened State of Confusion

Each of us possess a magic ability to convince ourselves of anything,
and so we have the world today as we have collectively projected it:
a paradoxical realm of intense beauty and truly horrible suffering
mirroring exactly the state of our own compounded confusion.

Perhaps with the realization that there is no actual difference
between one’s own mind and the mind of God, we might be
more careful with our imagination and what we grant reality.

Everyone moves about by the prodigious power of mind,
but if we turn around and try to grasp this marvelous mind
it will instantly evaporate as if it was never really there.

It is ours to use, and we certainly do, so why can’t we find it?
Perhaps what we call mind really isn’t what we thought it was.

If we try to describe it, we end up trapped in a house of words,
but if we say nothing, how are we different from a rock or log?

Whenever something appears, we imagine that’s our cue,
that we have to do something about it, but what if we don’t?

What if we just let things appear, allow them to arise and vanish,
without following the compulsion to do something in response?

Isn’t it our chronic meddling that often gets us into trouble,
starting a chain reaction which leads to how things are today —
complicated beyond our ability to ever clarify and resolve?

However, if we let things settle by themselves, we might
save ourselves some grief. After all, isn’t there grief enough
in this wild realm, why contribute more?

When we take the time to observe how things come and go,
we can notice that they have no enduring significance,
except what we might superimpose on them
by the fantastic power of our imagination.

If we can actually see this, if we can be still enough
to simply see how we really are in the midst of any experience,
then we can recognize that we are the aware space itself
in which everything is busily dancing across the stage.

Even when death comes and the body crumbles into dust,
that same space will persist, unaffected by the mirror appearances.

We may wonder:
What was ever in need of becoming liberated or enlightened?
With that very thought, we confuse ourselves all over again!


(Picture by Leo Plaw)


About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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3 Responses to The Enlightened State of Confusion

  1. Sometimes it feels as though Bob and Sparrow and Lao Tzu are holding hands and dancing while they sing magical words about existence and laugh themselves witless …

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