The guru’s mind is empty Like the space revealed when the mist above a lake Parts effortlessly at dawn… His heart is the throb of all Existence, and His body, dust blowing in the wind Free of the four directions… What he knows, knows no end, no beginning And what he understands Is the heart of silence.
Go, become that space, that heart, that dust Don’t be worthy,be audacious, begin at the end: Pretend, wear him, stand in front of the mirror Like a child who wears his father’s shoes to Become father – and he does. On your way, you’ll need two things: Faith, which means that you let go of Everything that can be known or held or said And longing, which means that all you Know, hold or say is Many ways of saying: “Who am I? I am that.I am that.I am that.”
The common thing between this dark descending slowly, and this winter bird …and your melancholy is that there’s no true reason behind any. Don’t look for causes – They are red herrings meant to keep you from looking at the answer behind: The unchanging sky, where all things come and go in the folding and unfolding of pure Emptiness.