No fake news please

No fake news please
Such a terrible misuse
That shoots one’s feet
Reveals bad attitudes
Plain condemnation
And obvious refusal
Of most other views
Or working together
With decent respect.

Detach from ego
A clear necessity
For survival here
To de-personify
Oneself and God
Dissolve all borders
Between you and me
Nature and the divine
Let go of identification
One pretty big challenge
However long practiced
With dedication to life
Love, light, and sound
You may call it spirit
Tao, Qi 氣, the force
Present here now
In every moment
To relish reality
For it is that it is
The pure potential
And that’s good news!

“It is that it is” — and that’s good news!

No fake news, a rainbow body in Tibet

While carrying out his daily work, the old man continued his spiritual practice, integrating meditation with activity through continuous mindfulness. His son, a monk, often advised him to perform more formal spiritual practices: to sit in meditation, do yoga, and so on. However, this did not alter his father’s habits.
“Intrinsic wakefulness is the main point, my son,” he told the earnest monk. “Simply try to maintain lucid awareness of intrinsic awareness itself, the natural state of being…”
Three years before his death, the old man fell ill. Though the family fretted, he himself appeared increasingly happy. Rather than chanting the traditional Buddhist liturgies, he sang original songs of spiritual praise. Performing no rites or rituals, reciting no mantras, repeating no sutras or prayers, he seemed to have entirely abandoned all forms of ceremonial observance.
When his son, the monk, again exhorted him to devote himself to religious practices, the old man replied, “There is no external Buddha worth worshiping. The innate wakefulness of intrinsic awareness is one’s primordial nature.”
As his illness became increasingly serious… his son reminded him that this was the most important time to recall all the Dharma teachings he had received. The old man simply smiled and said, “Son, I have forgotten religion. Anyway, there is nothing to remember! All is illusory, yet I am happy — everything is prefect!”

— The snow lion’s turquoise mane: Wisdom tales from Tibet, Surya Das, p. 132

It is that it is — a world of utter beauty