They say this world is an
illusion,
a false reality,
a ruse within God’s plan,
separate from the powerful
innocence of the Creator.
Perhaps this is true…except,
I think, for the separate part.
Many say that only the expert or ancient text can point the way home.
What do I really know?
Not much outside of presence
and love.
An aspect of me says “So what
if it is an illusion!”
Is a dream unreal?
How would one Know?
And just what does certainty do for us?
I have mostly questions.
Reading the big books handed
down from someone’s god
no longer brings a swoon of
the absolute.
I wonder if certainty is the real illusion.
Does God require a book?
Do I?
Do we?
Is Mystery so inadequate for
being an underpinning for love?
I am:
Being
here even if this is maya.
Praying
here even if this if the answers are ineffable.
Loving
here with the power of the God who dwells in the present,
even
if the sacred is undefinable,
even
if the great being is unnameable,
even
if the laws cannot be transcribed by our little synapses and our fancy words.
Are we really meant to buy
into a book, a system, an ism?
We’ve seen these come and go
for 10,000 and more years.
What, who is the presence
that remains?
Can anyone, anything really separate
us from the unity of all being?
The answer for me is
mercurial.
It rises from this flashing
of electrons on this screen.
It comforts me with
simplicity:
Go out,
be in the wind and the sun,
be in the glorious sorrow of the world,
be within the wonder of the ordinary,
be loving within the best ways you can love,
be kind,
be a listener,
Be.
Love,
Rick
(c) Richard Sievers, July 2018
