perfection..

"Live in the present, with your consciousness externalised momentarily but without any effort: when the mind stops linking itself to the past and to the future, it becomes no-mind. If from moment to moment your mind dwells on what is and drops it effortlessly a once, the mind becomes no-mind, full of purity. It is only as long as the mind continues to be agigated that it experiences the diversity of its own projection or expansion, even as rain falls only as long as there are clouds. And, it is only as long as the infinite consciousness limits itself into the finite mind, that such agitation and expansion take place. If consciousness ceases to be the finite mind, then know that the very roots of cyclic world-illusion (of birth and death) are burnt and there is perfection."

-- excerpt of dialogue from Vasistha to Rama in "The Story of Gadhi" from Vasistha's Yoga

pearls

i wake up each day with a profound emptiness. it is as if i haven't even the energy to write this. empty words that fill an empty page. wanting nothing and possessing nothing i wander aimlessly. devoid of love or hate with only an occasional disruption of desire or outrage.. and.. a dull feeling that perhaps there should be something more.. not even filled with depression.. perfectly content in one moment, even joyful, then sad or hopeless in the next.. no preferences nor distinguishing features between them.. only endless moments strung together like an ancient, fragile string of pearls.. and even now the string breaks, and the beads fall one by one into the silt below.. and are swallowed into the earth, melted into molten lava, and spat out again thru an oyster-like womb only to be found, and admired, and bored, and strung, and broken, and swallowed, and spat out again.. and again..

belief

i suppose
i would have to believe
in some
words
in order
to use
them