Between my finger and my thumb

I remember well when I was young
Between my finger and my thumb
I held the moon.
Those sparkling lights in the night-times’s sky
I stroked and touched as i did fly
On through the darkness.
They had not told me then of time
T’was just the length of a nursery rhyme
In my mind’s eye.
I was the space in which things were,
An empty space and nothing more
Until they told me
That distance, which I could not see,
Was all around and far from me
And i believed them.
Collapsed from radiance I fell
Into the constricts of the hell
Of size and lifetime.
There were those moments, when alone,
I tasted of my timeless home
Where all was in me.
Less and less those moments came
As I grew familiar with the name
They called me.
From my beauteous vastness taken,
With torturous thoughts I felt forsaken,
Time and space my snare.
Suffering the sense of separation
I found myself in desperation
One cold, wet night.
Looking to the starry sky
I begged to know the reason why,
A rusty jagged tin in hand.
There was no wish to carry on
In time, along with all the throng
With sheep mentality.
Suddenly I was again the seer of the global scene
And all that is and that has been
Was known and understood.
That single flash of eternal light
Had shattered an illusion’s night,
In one fell swoop.
I began from there to live again
I sang the wind and danced the rain,
And no one saw me.
For all are busy looking at and out,
If they would only turn about
And see me.
To know this Emptiness again
Is desires every aim
To know me.
There is, no matter how we try,
No answer to the question why?
Just cease its asking.
This place from which you ever flee
Is the resting place, the eternal me,
The question and the answer.

Avasa

This poetry can be found on the CD “Running on Empty” where there are poems read by Avasa with the music of Anando.
For info on the Cd write to anando@inwind.it

What it is shared here is a completely radical and uncompromising message. It has no prescriptions and does not suggest anything to do at all. It does not ask you to be a particular way, but rather that you are not required to be at all.

It speaks about what has always been present and is right now but it was and is completely overlooked. It tries to describe a paradox.

When we are born the sense of separation between the body and whatever surrounds it is not present, then after a few years the identity arises and everyone around you will confirm to you that you are a real person, with free will and choice, that you have to work hard to become worthy, satisfied… you have to make your life work. A feeling of contraction is present and it becomes the centre by which all thoughts, emotions and actions seems to arise from.You are now someone and life is happening to you, you have to defend yourself with threats, you seek pleasure and avoid pain. You really believe that you can do all of these things. We become seekers, looking for something that can fullfill a subtle dissatisfaction, a subtle but deep sense of lack. What this message describes is that the belief of having an identity, a separate me amongst separate others in a separate world is an illusion. There is no one and there never was. Everything just happens and there is no one ever in control of anything.

There is no one right now reading this even if something there is strongly convinced that this is not the case. There is just THIS and it is NOTHING appearing as THIS. This cannot be understood or grasped by the me, but something can resonate there as this is the real nature of what is. In THIS ALL-NESS everything can arise, even the sense that separation is real, and that sense can fall away. There is no need or cause for that to happen. The illusion can remain until death or it can collapse right now.
When this is seen (by no-one) it becomes clear that what we were longing for all along has never gone away. There is just everything and nothing. THIS is pure joy, love and freedom.

Emotions, thoughts, feelings can still arise then in This, but they are not owned by a separate someone. There is no personal suffering any-more, there is just a flow of energy.
The seeing of THIS is not an experience that you can make happen by doing, because in this seeing you won’t be there. THIS does not belong to anyone.

The seeing of THIS, the so called awakening, liberation or enlightenment, can or cannot happen. There is no direction or purpose in LIFE. There is no-one there that can do anything about it. Even when an imagined you feels hopeless and helpless there is only hopelessness and helplessness happening.