Home Again -- Naturally
(With a tip of the hat to Gilbert O'Sullivan)

In a little while from Now
If I'm not feeling any less dour
I've promised my self to seek some help
And visit a nearby flower
I'll contemplate it's heart
Of felicity as art
'Til reality
Is so clear to me
My egoic shell is shattered
i'll meld into it All
Heed a call that Life is making
No fear or rage or temporal cage
No doubt -- it's bliss awaking
In no-time i'll be Now
This bloom'll show me how
i'm home again, naturally

It seems to me the heartaches of this world
Are meant to shake us
Free of dreaming
The ego's scheming
Burn up the dross
Burn up the dross

Felicity n. Great happiness; blessedness; blissfulness; great joy.
Temporal adj. 1.Of or limited by time. 2. Worldly.
Dross n. 1. A waste product formed on the surface of molten metal. 2. Worthless or trivial matter.

 Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower - but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

[You have] become hypnotized into implicitly believing that when you have attached a word to something, you know what it is. The fact is: You don't know what it is. You have only covered up the mystery with a label.

Even a stone, and more easily a flower or a bird, could show you the way back to God, to the Source, to yourself. When you look at it or hold it and let it be without imposing a word or mental label on it....

The quicker you are in attaching verbal or mental labels to things, people, or situations, the more shallow and lifeless your reality becomes, and the more deadened you become to reality, the miracle of life that continuously unfolds within and around you. In this way, cleverness may be gained, but wisdom is lost, and so are joy, love, creativity, and aliveness.

Of course we need to use words and thoughts. They have their own beauty -- but do we need to become imprisoned in them?

Eckhart Tolle

Let the soul banish all that disturbs.
Let the body that envelopes it be still.
And all the frettings of the body, and all that surrounds it.
Let earth and sea and air be still, and heaven itself.
And then let the body think of the Spirit as streaming, pouring,
rushing and shining into it from all sides while it stands quiet.

Plotinus (205-270 CE)

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past.
But an eternal Now does always last.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667)

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