Success is failure. So, there is no success. No failure. Amen.

The end is the beginning. So, there is no end. No beginning. Amen. 

Cease the practice of dividing what is indivisible and discover what you got.

All this is deep. Dig, dig, dig.

Being alive is a marvel!

Ask: Is it possible for my brain to be still? If you mean it, watch the question flower into an answer without your participation. Something besides the brain can communicate with it. Create, create, create. In this way is it done. There is a big difference between invention, which comes from past knowledge, and creation which is always new, original. Better by far to create yourself rather than to invent one. Better to create a life for the self you create to live, as well.

Being alive, one does not carve. Life is a marvel!

 THE END IS THE BEGINNING I AM LEARNING EVERY DAY; SO 

THERE IS NO END AND NO BEGINNING.

AMEN.

 I , a whooper swan, am alive. You are too. What does it mean?  What are we to do with life? Dance? Is a child crazy to talk to….himself? herself? To nothing visible? I mean to earnestly speak to that in a language he is absorbing at a rapid pace with no intention, with no purpose, with no rush but with an intense energy that comes from  he knows not where? Any of this sound familiar? Is it more likely that kid I mention is off the beam and needs direction from an adult or is it more likely the adult needs to watch the child and to learn about himself and inquire whether or not he or she is living a real life? You decide. Do not agree or disagree with me. Look into it if you feel an urge to find out. The kids know something most of us have forgotten. 

What that is just may be the most important thing to keep at the forefront of one’s daily awareness. The children come here with it intact and quite vibrantly showing. Do I need to give it a name? Of course I do not. On the contrary, if I name it theories begin to spring up all around it and soon the words become the thing for us and we lose it again. A god we invent to help us find it arises. We make rules and we build temples to the god(s) we invent. And give  our money. Great treasuries of wealth now run the show we once had as an exclusive stage. See how quickly we lose what we most need and proceed as broken beings with a thousand crutches completely inappropriate to the actual situation? Begging. 

We follow the gurus who are happy to take us on a wild goose chase they lead as experts. All the while we are fully provided for from an agency within us a child speaks with passionately and without any notion he or she needs an interpreter or that that which is listening wants a temple built to prove my worthiness.  In fact, that which actually made us makes it abundantly clear how truly worthy we are by giving us a breath as surely as one might who places a mouth on ours and blows air into our lungs. It tells us constantly how much we are loved. Make your home there and stay close with that. 

I can fly thousands of miles with my flock with a precision that outshines the finest instrument of man with no money under my wing. Do you doubt you are at least as worthy as one such as I? You and I are perfectly designed to be here!  The child is the best part of each of us. A poet, William Wordsworth, once wrote : The child is the father of the man. She is also the mother of the woman. 

This line goes mostly misunderstood to this day. Study it out for your self. It has nothing to do with thinking or character or personality or any of that adult shit. It goes way deeper than that and is far more real. An adult not guided by the wisdom of a babe is lost indeed!

A STORY

Here is what happened to me. A story. I tell it as it comes to me. I was born. I grew. I attended school. I got married. I got a job. In each of my jobs I learned a bit then wanted to do something else. This continued through about six jobs. In a couple of the jobs I was my own boss. I tired of me as a boss as easily as I tired of the others. I was 39 and very miserable by this time. My wife and I  had divorced after two children were born and the eldest was 5 years old and the youngest still a baby. Living as a divorced man with children and another job I burned the candle at both ends you might say as long as I could until I was really running on fumes, My life seemed to have no direction, like a sailor without a compass lost at sea might feel. I even considered suicide. 

One day I stood by a lake as this question formed inside me “If you are there, please help me.  Send to me a mentor. Somebody who can understand me.” It struck me as odd that I used the term “mentor” for it was alien to me and was a word from my ex-wife’s line of work. But it came to me at that very moment. The feeling was that I could really use a friend who was as crazy as me, or had been, as inept at life as I was. And at that moment I became aware of a man on a bicycle peddling toward me. That man stopped because he and I recognized each other from having attended the same workshops in the past for the purpose of quitting the habit of smoking cigarettes. Both of us had been smoke free for several years. We talked. Actually I am certain I did most of the babbling while my friend, named Buddy, listened. When he had heard enough he invited me to attend a meeting with him. I agreed without any description of the nature of the meeting we were to attend. I did not care so long as Buddy was going I wanted to go. The meeting turned out to be a group of drunks from Alcoholics Anonymous. 

I attended meetings for several months where I was overwhelmed with a large number of friends, mentors, who knew and understood me very well indeed. My time with them led me to investigate another world. The world within me is what I mean. To begin to understand me. I am pursuing that knowledge right up to this moment for very many years.

I want only to tell at this time that I became acquainted with a teacher who agreed to teach me how to meditate. He called what he teaches “The Knowledge of oneself” and said it was different from what most call “meditation”. There were some techniques. We were to pay attention to the fact we happen to be alive through the techniques is all I will say. I found it very difficult to do them for even a half hour. It was a struggle. I felt I was doing something wrong. Or there might be something wrong with me. Then the teacher offered to all his students a second chance to come to a review of the directions he gave and I attended. At this time what I heard him say that alters the whole affair for me was this: “These techniques I suggest are very simple. You were fully capable of doing them when you were an infant. No effort at all is required. If you are experiencing difficulty you are causing it.” From that moment until now I have experienced the meditation with ease and comfort. It began for me a lifelong friendship with something back of life that is immense. The fact of life. There is no effort at all to my spending time that way everyday. That concludes the story. It is just a story. There is no hidden meaning. If the subject interests you check it out for yourself. 

 What Do You Seek?

RELAX. When all senses are idle the whole being apprehends. The indescribable will show you the way to live.  By this, will you pass beyond the barrier of description. Anything more is only more description.  The description is not the thing.

What do you seek?

Nirvana.

That is mere description.  Name and noise. What is it you seek?

Bliss.

More description. What do you seek?

It is unknown to me. Whole being following its own instinct will know it when I find it. I work without plan.

There. You have it. You always had it.

 The simple question, “Can I be reborn anew every moment?" when truly meant opens a can of absolute beingness. Being answers all the boring questions before they are formed by a frightened, conditioned brain. That is the force in the great vitality of a profound question. It is the promise of “Ask and it shall be given you”. You must try it.

 One Question

Whoever you are, read this with eyes of a newborn baby. Do you consider yourself to have  problems to resolve?  List a few. Now, I suggest to you we can address them one at a time and find a possible solution to each one with great difficulty which will probably not work or we can simply  ask ourselves this: 

Do I have, truly, anything unselfish to offer the world as a worthy contribution to goodness?

Mean it. You will never have to seek answers to another question for the rest of your life for you will be far too busy giving of your talents without end to the whole world. You will say “I do not explain myself to anybody”. You just will not feel like having a problem. 

Note: Should you balk at being able to read these words with eyes of a newborn ask instead, and mean it-

Is it possible for me to perceive the world as a new born infant? 

Mean it and you will always perceive with such freshness for the rest of your life. You will just not feel like having a problem.