The Journey Each of Us Take

Though the following are roadsigns to the Himalaya Mountains, yet they remind us of our spiritual journey …

To expect an overnight spiritual awakening of some kind simply to fix what is in our unresolved heart
is only to short live our faith in what we are embarking.

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When we are rash in expecting spiritual awakening as something that can be created by the self,
we can only expect an ego crash.

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Spiritual journey is not some kind of escapism but rather a gradual path of understanding
that leads to awakening. Enjoy the ride rather than thinking of the end.

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Your journey defines your destination. Destination is not a place but rather an end.
Hence what you get at the end is what you have developed in the journey.

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Forget about desiring anything or resisting anything when you step into the spiritual path.
It is not about getting anything or anywhere but on the contrary, dropping everything, including the self.

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Consistently check your mental attitude as that is where fabrications are.
If you don’t, its proliferation will blind you, deluding you into spiritual ego.

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We are all too familiar with ego crash whenever our spiritual expectation is not met –
yet strangely, we repeat it again as if we do not have enough of it!

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When you are not awake to your thoughts, you are dreaming it,
making it real and hence, will surely be frightened by it.

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And so in the end, wakefulness is necessary, for without it
suffering becomes a reality, albeit a dream.

Game of Reflection

a mirror’s job to reflect
the mind’s work a reflection

the mind
merely reflecting
a mirage
an illusion
that never was
never existed
never real

for that
Wisdom or Love
its quality reflected

drawn into the mind
a reflection no longer is
but now a dream
suck into oblivion
of ideas beginning to form
implicated to knots
and entanglement of sorts
forgetting the beginning
seeing no ending

and hence
stories churn
dramas unfold
comedies turn
miseries untold
a prison indeed it was
and yet a doorless one
where at any moment
once met

bondage was never real
nor is there freedom
what was Unconditioned.

Awake, awake
aware it is the mind
the source of the dream
where I, me or mine
a part of the illusion
only real within
but not beyond

Awake to the mirror
the mirror of the mind
awakening to the dream
was where Pristine ever was
never left
never born
never gone
never any of sort
simply Awakened

not you, not me
except in the dream.

A Ghost You Are

a ghost
you are
nastily complaining
of presence
you thought
you are not supposed to be in

a mirage
an apparition
a seemingly body existence
haunting again
of ancient memories
moving along in trails
that has never left

deep in deception
lodged in perplexity
where confusion roams
and dreams made real
you returned
again and again

roaming in places
in familiarity
yet as in dream
waking up
you felt unfamiliar
who am I
who are you
what is real?

Or is reality
a Maya play
in this so-called
long phantom body?