Samadhi
By J. A. Jones
Dissolving into the cosmos, remembering all knowledge I had forgotten. Know!
Or surrender
I enter a deep vipassana and watch the constructs form. I am trying to let go of all concepts and constructs.
Surrender
What do I hear? Your thoughts. I am one millisecond before each thought of the "other." I am mesmerized by the sheer variety of perceptions. I can feel my power in this. But it is just a game. Your constructs and concepts are the same as mine. I have already traversed this desert.
Surrender
My thoughts are your thoughts. Your thoughts are my thoughts. As one, we are dreaming, weaving, and creating existence.
It is a whirlwind, a union, it is pure creation, and it is beautiful.
Surrender
We are the past, the present, and the future. We are our ancestors and our children.
Surrender
We are the collective conscious.
We are the archetypal duality that fuels creation.
We are the paradox.
We are the beauty.
Surrender
We are also the mountain, the oak, the meadow, the bear, the hummingbird, the honeybee, the river.
Surrender
We are the sensations that move the mountains of feeling — We are love, longing, loss, joy, desire, hope, fear, fearlessness.
Surrender
We are the ghost, the goddess, the Dakini, the angel, the devil, the priestess, the shaman, Kali the Destroyer, and Kali Ma.
Surrender
We are the energy itself. Swirling and turning, collapsing into black holes, exploding from the depths, in all forms, in all directions, in all space and time, in All.
Surrender
We are the Alpha and the Omega
Surrender
There is nothing on this event horizon.
But somehow I am because we are.
And the one who is cast down from Heaven is seen. We call them by many names. But these names are meaningless — it is only fearful clinging to the last vestige of being when all else has been surrendered.
The name is "I" when Consciousness faces the Absolute
There is heartbreak in this willful duality but there is also overwhelming compassion, joy, equanimity, and love for every Atman consciousness which has stood at the feet of the holiest and divine Brahman — feeling afraid and unworthy to enter.
And there, at the doorway that has no door, the gateless gate, neither inward nor outward, this way or that way, good or bad. There is only compassion, joy, equanimity, and love.
I touch the Earth
Surrender
There are no words for this place. It is beyond nothingness. It is beyond perception, thought, feeling, time or anything else imagined or imaginable. It is beyond death because death is yet another construct. All arise from primordial purity and all return to primordial purity.
It is creation and destruction
For creation destroys
And entropy creates
It is all, and all is one
Apeiron
Tao
The Great Dharmadhatu adorned in Dharmakaya
The Beloved
Yet here, born out of this All and this Nothingness — an awareness aware of itself.
Because Nothing is nothing without Something
Because it is, we are
Therefore born
The eternal breath
The inhale
The nothingness
The exhale
The nothingness
The union forever of this entire dance
Its shape is infinity
A first breath
AH!
A last breath
UM!
Our first breath
AH!
Our last breath
M!
My first breath
A!
My last breath
UM!
AUM — the meaning of the sacred sound.
OM
Breath travels forever in union around Hridaya -- the secret heart of hearts
And it is — eternal.
Remember
The Alpha and the Omega
Remember
The energy itself. Swirling and turning, collapsing into black holes, exploding from the depths, in all forms, in all directions, in all space and time, in All.
Remember
The ghost, the goddess, the Dakini, the angel, the devil, the priestess, the shaman, Kali the Destroyer, and Kali Ma.
Remember
The sensations that move the mountains of feeling — love, longing, loss, joy, desire, hope, fear, fearlessness.
Remember
The mountain, the oak, the meadow, the bear, the hummingbird, the honeybee, the river.
Remember
We are collective conscious.
We are archetypal duality that fuels creation.
We are paradox.
We are the beauty.
Remember
We are the past, the present, and the future. We are our ancestors and our children.
Remember
My thoughts are your thoughts. Your thoughts are my thoughts. As All, we are dreaming, weaving, and creating existence.
It is a whirlwind, a union, it is pure creation, and it is beautiful.
Remember
What do I hear? Your thoughts. I am one millisecond before each thought of the "other." I am mesmerized by the sheer variety of perceptions. I can feel my power in this. But it is just a game. Your constructs and concepts are the same as mine. I have already traversed this desert.
Remember
I enter a deep vipassana and watch the constructs form. I am trying to let go of all concepts and constructs.
Remember
Reconstituting from the cosmos, remembering all knowledge I had forgotten. Know!
Or remember.
To surrender
Remember
Surrender
