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(Excerpt)

Spring Equinox Report

Sept. 21, 2001

Enough of:

evolution,

progress,

striving,

growth.

(Where are we going anyway?

when

We’re already as here as we can get.)

The dreamed of path to liberation

becomes

an endless nightmare circle

of

analytic thought

and

hallucinations of self-improvement.

Yet still,

after all this time

the implacable shadow of obsessive perfectionism

continues

to strangle the light.

An end! (or at least a pause) to the Great Search--

Only lose my self

in the wild loving clasp of the Oceanic

and suckle from the dark ripe breast of the night;

or close my eyes

and re-turn inward

to sink in that still deep pool of Light,

and accept

its gentle invitation

to Be just who I am... Now.

Time is:

a worm,

a caterpillar,

a grub.

Minutes creep along into days;

Days trudge toward the end of the week.

And then

mysteriously,

Lost in the long sleep of our absence,

a sudden startling shift;

a transformation.

Years have flown

and carried us

toward the dark dread of our death.

Are you remembering to remember:

to pause

and notice the life living in you?

to feel

the tender autumn light flicker across your waters?

to drift

with the clouds and mist into the mountains and canyons of your soul?

to float

in the ebb and flow of joy and sorrow and love and grief

through the wide empty basin of your heart?

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