It is clear

It is clear
How it all is
After looking
And listening
Sing and play
Then in silence
Some distance
Let go what was
Embrace what is
All free and real
Right here now
Alone together
Going very far
As is possible
And fare well
In living a life
Reach beyond
And get flushed
As illusions melt
Essences remain
Cliffs in a wild surf
Pounding waters
Splash thunder
Moisture heals
All battle wounds
In a heart of peace
And detachment
Love carries all
Home as soul.

“Farewell welcome blues” — from one Moon to the next

It’s clear, the Shariyat essence of spirit

The fool is convinced that nothing greater than himself exists… That which exists as it is beyond all understanding… It is understood only when the student allows it to swallow him and digest him.

In spirit there is the unmistakable tone of sincerity which makes the action which is not studied and contrived. Whosoever thinks and acts with a split mind rings like a cracked bell, one part standing aside to interfere with the other, to control, to condemn, or to admire. The true self, or soul, cannot be split, for it’s like the sword that cuts but cannot cut itself.

— Freely after: The Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad, Books One & Two, Paul Twitchell, pp. 238 and 248

The day’s gone. Night will lead to another. Colors beam.