Author: T.R. Cordón

From Nothingness

From the Nothingness of the Awareness that is behind it all,
I rise.
I watch it all,
I register it all.
And the ups and downs that the bundle of thoughts of the me
Used to be defined by
Are just there,
Occurring,
Happening,
Not being chased,
Not being avoided,
Just being in the canvas of Awareness.
Nothing to fix,
Nothing to correct.
Nothing is ‘spiritual’
And nothing is ‘material.’
All is Well.

Love

There are those who will say within the absolute there is no experience of love.
Such is not my experience.
My experience is that both are one.
This is why I don’t label this.
This is not Bhakti or Advaita.
This is not Zen,
This is not anything that has ever been written before.
And if it is, ok then, that’s good, I am just no aware of it.
This is It.
The unity of Awareness and Love, being one,
Expressing Itself,
Through everything that happens in It.
Everything,
Without exception.

Won’t you?

Won't you join me
In this ride?
Come join me,
As we Watch it all,
The Grand Joy of watching Creation Itself,
Eternal Witnesses,
Inmutable,
Registering Life and Death.
Life and Death,
Are the same,
Under the Watchful Eye
Of the Witness.
And it Burns inside.
It Burns.

This Darkness is my Home

The aloneness of Being.
This Terrifying Aloneness
This all encompassing Darkness
Which turns out to be the All.
This Darkness is my Home.
Who would ever want to walk this Path?
This Path took everything from me.
My sanity, my smile,
My companionship, my beliefs,
Everything.
Step by step,
Little by little
It broke me.
Who would ever seek this on purpose?
To die
Again and again.
To realize all the old comforts are gone
And all the old techniques are empty.
Who would ever willingly walk this Path?
Yet this Path stole my life
And in return gave this this Absolute
Aloneness.
And in It, now
I AM That.
That which was alive through life and death.
That which saw it all.
That which was never born but witnessed a million births and more
That which will see death but can never die.
That I AM.
That which is ORDINARY,
The most common of the most common.
The closest of the closest.
The most intimate of the most intimate.
Oh seeker,
The fireworks you seek,
Are but a trifle,
Compared to the Treasure you already are
Always were
Always will be.
Stop clinging to this belief
The belief that you were born.
That which was born
Is but a bundle of thoughts and emotions.
And this bundle dies constantly
In its constant changing.
Oh seeker?
What you seek
You were and always will be.
Stop,
Stop,
Stop,
Stop,
And open your eyes!

Up And Down Goes Life

Up and down
Goes life.
Up and down.
How long will we continue
Avoiding the downs,
Endlessly chasing the ups.
In all honesty,
Who cares?
Who cares if we are on an up?
Who cares if we are on a down?
Someone asks me ‘how are you?’
And my true answer
My honest answer
Is ‘Who cares?’
Who cares about spending time looking
Constantly worried about ‘how we are’
We know from enough years
Enough centuries and millennia
That ‘how we are’ is sometimes up
And sometimes down.
And that the down will for sure after the up
And the up will come for sure after the down.
Aren’t we tired
Exhausted
Of checking ‘how we are’
Concerned about chasing the ups
Mistakenly believing our anxiety can avoid the downs?
Exhausted, so exhausted,
I eventually opened my hand
And let go
And for the first time ever
Trusted Life.
Let life bring the ups
Let life bring the downs
Since they define the world of duality
We inhabit.
They cannot be avoided,
As life has taught us.
And why should they?
Who told us we were here to improve upon the design of life?
What makes us think we know better than this creation
That contains planets, stars and galaxies
And yet we think we are the ‘general managers’ of this Universe
And must constantly struggle and pine because otherwise
Something will go wrong.
The arrogance!
Well how about trusting Life,
That what’s happening is what has to happen,
Since it is,
After all,
What is happening.
We can stress about it
Or dance with it,
But we have no power to stop this constant churning
Of the dual world.
So let us dance with the rain,
Slide with the ice,
Bask in the sun.
When we must suffer, we suffer
When we can feast, we feast.
For such is life
And it is Grand
JUST as it is.

Standing

To those who came
To challenge ‘me’
I say
Go ahead.
Challenge ‘me’!
Take everything from this ‘me’
Even life itself.
I cannot lose anything,
Ever.
This ‘me’ you challenge
In your own threatened state
Is but a game of mirrors,
A trick of the mind
That serves a purpose in duality.
This ‘me’ which is not ‘you’
Was never real,
Was never permanent.
It’s but a device of duality to function.
Challenge it!
Take it.
I stand behind it witnessing the play
And will for ever watch this Cosmos life, die and come back to life.
For I am Awareness.
You read something like this, you say?
I say no, you never read anything like this.
If you did, burn it.
Discard it.
It’s not real, it’s dead, it’s empty.
This country was never described,
This state was never written about,
This land nobody ever stepped on.
Unlearn everything you ever learned,
If you aspire to ever see one day.
SEE, I repeat.
SEE.
For all we need to do,
To Be,
Is Look,
And SEE.
And it is done.

When did this Terrible Aloneness Become My Precious Home?

Aloneness,
Terrible Aloneness.
Never in a thousand years,
I could have imagined
How It would feel.
What it would be like
To be so terribly alone
In the entire Universe.
Never I could have known
How this knife can cut
How suffocating
Literally stealing away the ability to breathe,
Gasping for air,
Clinging to life in desperation.
Oh my Companion
When did this Terrible Aloneness
Become my Home?
When did death turn to life?
As I look back I realize
I never noticed.
Oh my Companion
When did this Darkness
Become fullness
Without changing a bit?
No words
No words
No words
Can ever describe it.
And yet this fool
Keeps singing out loud
Without hope.