by Billy Doyle
the tree you can touch
the grass you can feel
the Self you cannot touch it
the sunset you can see
you can see the autumn leaves
the Self is never seen
you can hear the flute
and the child laughing
you will not hear the Self
the orange blossom has a fragrance
so does the freshly cut grass
the Self is without any fragrance
there is no doubting
the taste of the mango
or the taste of honey
but you will not taste the Self
you can think about your beloved
or the nature of time
but you can never think of the Self
it lies beyond the contamination
of the mind
ever present
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don’t try to be aware
for you are already awareness
just note you loose yourself in thought
don’t try to be silent
for you are already silence
just note the lack of silence
don’t try to be at peace
for you are already peace
just note the lack of peace
it’s nonsense trying to be
what you already are
awareness, silence, peace
the rose does not try to be a rose
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it’s before you see
it’s before you hear
it’s before you think
how can you doubt it
it’s nearer than the nearest
it needs no eyes to see it
it needs no ears to hear it
it needs no mind to think it
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the concept is an abstraction
keeps us in the fog of the mind
reinforcing the past
in pure perception we’re closer
to ourselves, to reality
simply seeing, hearing, feeling
tasting, smelling
with no space for an
interfering I
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the ego is a prison
trying to escape
only re-enforces the walls
you can change the decor
but still you’re in chains
until the occupant is seen
for what he is
pure illusion
then where is the prisoner
and where is the prison
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the ego is like the devil
they can only exist in the
darkness of the mind
when the light shines
they’re out the back door
too embarrassed to show their faces
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the sky is deep blue
jasmine fills the air
enough of all these questions
all these queries why
time to jump into life’s stream
and unencumbered
enjoy the beauty there
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the sun shines
it does not choose to shine
the frog jumps
it does not choose to jump
love flows
it does not choose to flow
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don’t stoke up the fire
with more grandiose illusions
don’t place more wood of day dreaming to enflame
ignore the sparks
from the dying embers
telling yesterday’s tales
let the fire burn itself out
and feel the coolness of the ashes
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that whole tale of a me
has no credibility
I’ve peered deep inside
It’s quite preposterous
I simply don’t believe a word of it any more
as that character struts across the stage
creating endless dramas
he takes himself so seriously
totally identified with his role
but I think its sheer comedy
as I’m trying not to laugh
too loud, at the door
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eternity is in this moment
not the next
in this breath
not the next
in this expression
not some other
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discover what is not born
and does not die
discover where there is no bondage
and where there is no liberation
birth, death, bondage, liberation
mind stuff
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why not stand aside
get out of your own way
and let nobody do things for you
drive your car, do the shopping, pay your bills
without your hang-ups
it will do things much better
and without an interfering busy body
life will flow on smoothly
and at the end of the day
nobody sleeps like a baby
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if you know whilst dreaming
you’re dreaming
what matter if the shadows
of demons cross your wall
if your boat is sinking in the sea
a tiger appears in the undergrowth
you know it’s but a dream
if you know you are the Self
what matter if the body becomes ill
your shares are in freefall
your lover takes flight
you rest untouched
forever in the Self
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don’t wait to become perfect
before knowing you are perfect
don’t wait to become silent
before knowing you are the silence
don’t wait to become enlightened
before knowing you are enlightened
time is not going to take you
to the timeless
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why this waiting
it’s already happened
it happened before you were born
it’s happening each moment
no, not in a parallel universe
but in front of your eyes
behind your eyes
prior to the first thought
now and always
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love’s look is indiscriminate
it bathes all with the same gaze
no moment is more precious
than the next
no breath more special
than the one before
it does not choose
this or that
its fragrance envelops all
it excludes none
for all is itself
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this one sees and hears only itself
celebrating forever only itself
only itself does it love
it leaves no room for otherness
and takes possession of all that is
there is no escape from this one
you may dream yourself separate
but the dream is not apart from the one
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at the moment of death
there’s a saying goodbye
to all that was held dear
a closing of eyes
to all that was possessed
a laying aside
of body and mind
a falling back of the wave
into the ocean
a surrender of all
that we are not
but why put off
this moment
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there is no security in a me
its always crumbling at the edges
in constant need of repair
fear is the constant companion
the only security is the
dissolution of the me
the great silence
is beyond security
and insecurity
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here is the invitation
it’s always beckoning
it’s in the air
in the birdsong
when you dive into the ocean
when you’re lost in the rhythms
of the gypsy music
when you are taken
by the eyes of another
this enticing invitation
death
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death, go deep within
into the darkness
give yourself to death
let your fire burn it to ashes
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there is no path to take you
any closer to me
there is no path to take you
any further away
how could there be
I abide in the Heart
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sit in the Self
inhale in the Self
exhale in the Self
let the attention
rest in the Self
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gold is shaped into many ornaments
yet is it not all just gold
waves form a myriad of shapes and sizes
yet they are all just water
the canvas evokes a beautiful landscape
yet it is just a mixture of paint
the film on the screen conjures up a whole story
yet it is just the play of light
the world is full of tragedies and triumphs
yet it is just the play of consciousness
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when you are one of the branches of the tree
every breeze shakes you
every storm buffets you this way and that
you fear for your life
but when you become the trunk
you stay unmoved in the storm
you may feel the pull of the branches
but you are in stillness
when you are the wave of the ocean
every wind and current pushes and drags
sometimes shattering you
but when you are the depth of the ocean
what are a few gusts on the surface
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you cannot become other than you are
better to take on trust from the beginning
the words of the guru
that all is gold
otherwise you may spend lifetimes
trying to convert brass into gold
a labour doomed to failure
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that which is nameless and formless
knows no dust
trying to polish it
is like trying to polish the universe
perhaps you’re wasting your time
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in the direct approach
the journey is negated before it begins
after all a journey would allow
you to indulge in time and space
and what would you be without
the additions of time and space
in the direct approach
there’s no time for self-improvement
and the illusions it gives you
you are up against a wall
there’s no escape
to see reality, here, now
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for the divine to enter
you need to clean up your own house
open up the windows
sweep away the cobwebs
vacuum each room
clear out your basement
and chase away the ghosts
lurking in the attic
after the dust has settled
you might find
your visitor already at home
alternatively, if you’re short of time
see that there is no dust
you don’t have a home
there is no visitor
and there is no you
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it cannot be attained
by pilgrimage bare foot
to the seven shrines
or sitting for years meditating
in a cave in the Himalayas
by the practice of asana and pranayama
by visiting the wise teachers
round the globe
but only by suicide
suicide of what we call me
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there are many techniques
to stop thoughts
you can focus on the third eye
recite mantras
count each breath
until you realise nobody’s thinking
the thinker is itself just a thought
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I keep myself veiled
only revealing myself to the innocent
I keep myself hidden
only to be found
by those willing to make the search
my price is not insubstantial
your life is my fee
in this game of hide and seek
the world is my reflection
the shadow will take you
to the source
the wave has the taste
of the sea
I’m not so far away
as you imagine
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I’m there between each breath
but you don’t see me
I’m there between each thought
but you ignore me
I’m there when you’ve attained
your desire
but you don’t acknowledge me
I’m there in your heart
but you don’t feel my beat
I’m always in front of your eyes
but you don’t recognize me
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don’t take the in-breath
let it come to you
don’t grasp the flower with your eyes
let it reveal itself to you
don’t run after truth
let it find you
don’t try to absorb the ultimate
let the ultimate absorb you
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though it’s remarkably close
try as you may
you can never catch
the divine in your net
any more than you can scoop out
the ocean with a ladle
you can’t even approach the divine
for distance there is not
but when the mirage of separation dissolves
it’s the divine that has
scooped you up in its net
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sweep out the last dust of volition
hiding in the recesses
rid yourself of the volition
trapped in your jaw
extricate the volition still
polluting your eyes
let go the volition cramping
your hands
and give yourself to the
will of the divine
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there comes a time
when you have to let go
all the words
all the teaching
and trust the infinite
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karma is for he who
takes himself to be an individual
for he who believes he is subject
to time and space
for he who has the notion he was born
but in the Self, crystal clear
what can karma mean
there’s not even a speck of dust
and never has been
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remove everything
you know about yourself
everything objective
it is not you
only decoration
be with what remains
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in the midst of a chaotic world
is there not that which is always in peace
in the midst of ceaseless change
is there not that which is changeless
beyond all the self images
is there not the purest of the pure
perhaps in reality
there is perfection right now
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what is there before the thought
and after the thought
it is not nothing, but presence, consciousness
what is there before the in-breath
and after the out-breath
it is not nothing, but presence, consciousness
what is there before you see the blackbird
and after you see the blackbird
it is not nothing, but presence, consciousness
why do we loose ourselves in the ephemeral
and forget the eternal background
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oceans
horizon beyond horizon
infinite space
mind without reference
free of all frontiers
there
take your abode
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no hold
no compass
no latitude or longitude
no reason why
just the dance of the ocean
the great tide
flows where it will
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forest fires cannot burn it
a tsunami cannot cover it
all the concrete in China
will not compress it
a hurricane cannot blow it a centimetre
death and birth
do not sway it
the mind can never encompass it
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the temple of nothingness
is not for visiting only
on a Friday or a Sunday
the god of nothingness you cannot
reduce to a form and worship
the boat of nothingness
is not going to take anywhere
you are not already
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when we reach the end of our lives
and look back, we may wonder
where did it all go
