A Zillion Ways to Awaken

Waking up

Loathe are some to speak
Of what little trigger sparked
Their ¡Aha!-OMG moment
Nothing/everything changed,
Remaining exactly the same.

“I’ll tell you what happened to me
If you’ll promise to forget it soon;
Your own won’t resemble one iota
So you mustn’t follow mine.”

This character has been “in the work”
A very, very long time.
Ecclesia is her middle name, for
Nothing new is found under her sun.

It came in parts and parcels –
Fleeting and coming –
Until finally, like a lost feral kitten
It stayed.

Anybody need this?

Be still

I N

T H E

S T I L L N E S S

Years ago, I “went into the stillness” – or so I thought. Desired nothing, nothing at all but the empty vastness of infinity. Didn’t give thoughts a chance to formulate. At all. Wanted to go in more and more, deeper and deeper. Nothing happened. However, “thoughts” veered off before manifesting.

Suddenly I saw, I knew, I Am the vastness. I Am the emptiness … empty of all matter. I Am the stillness. I Am the Allness, the infinity, the invisibility that I sought.

Ecstatic joy welled up in me. I could hardly think a coherent so-called thought! Just ineffable joy. Oh how I wish this for everyone of you who read this! It’s what going into the stillness is all about…