If you stand still and listen.
Don’t go into your mind.
There’s a place you can find.
A place with no objects.
With no here or there.
A place where all forms and ideas are laid bare.
This place is unusual.
For it’s not really a place.
No concept can take root or use this as its base.
An alive nothingness.
A something without any stuff.
A pregnant pause that’s more than enough.
Some say that it’s magic.
But that’s not the case.
It’s simple and ordinary and permeates all space.
The great cosmic river.
That flows into all you can see.
That refracts into the idea of a ‘you’ and a ‘me’.
The spaceless space.
The centreless centre.
From which we all enter.
The dream of separation.
The illusion of the other.
The divine and complete ever-present mother.
With love,
Sam
PS. This week’s podcast is me reading one of my recent posts…
The Ego’s New Costume
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