|Still the chatter that bubbles endlessly from the sleepless cauldron that
is your lesser mind. Let your greater Mind prevail. The Mind that is not held in matter,
confined to neural interplay.
Seek the stillness beyond thought. Seek the void beyond
Quiet your chattering nonsense. Stand at the edge of mystery, fathomless, endless. The
void that is not the world yet supersedes the world, harbors it, births it, destroys it,
Do not be frightened as you stand on the edge of the abyss, tensing at the edge of
nothingness. That fear is a voice of the lesser mind scheming, chattering, spooking,
scaring. Telling you lies. Limiting, inhibiting, life-abridging lies.
Look over the edge into Night without end. Stretch outward your arms. Close your eyes.
Fall forward, downward--yet upward--for it is both and neither. Plunge headlong into the
nothingness which is everythingness.
Let it fall, all fall away, all cares, concerns, thoughts, wants, needs, all that words
can say and describe, all that thoughts can picture, shed them like a wrinkled,
translucent skin fall out of your body, out of duty, out of despair, out of desire.
Fall in, fall away, fall out, fall up, fall downward.
Fall into and through the darkness. Embrace the darkness. Flow through the darkness and
let it flow through you. Until you are the darkness. And the falling. Speak not. Think
Feel the world, a jeweled droplet falling, unimpeded, falling, through the infinite
dark mystery: its womb, its destiny.
And you, a tiny spec on that droplet.
And you, the endless, creative abyss.