ETERNAL PERFECT BELOVED

Book 7

HOW THE ROCK AWOKE

eric solibakke

agora html edition
agora press
Oslo, Norway
second edition 1998
1994, 1998 © eric solibakke

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eternal perfect beloved

i bow down to you, beloved,
and greet your 5 perfect masters and 51 perfect ones,
all the pirs, walis and saints on the planes
and between the planes
and all the masts in their enchantment wherever
and all those who love you
and all who long to love you
and all those whose dormant hearts will awaken
in the touch of your love

i greet all with hands placed palm to palm in front of my heart

contents

how the rock awoke
  1. even with all its puzzles and enigmas
  2. not wanting to die, not wanting to be born
  3. you are the end of the line
  4. you are the sperm which fertilizes the world egg
  5. when one merges with you
  6. if you were not one, the sky would fall
  7. something in your face
  8. you empower the impossible
  9. your anonymity and quiet presence
10. you say you love both sinner and saint
11. you tell me to love god
12. i used to keep myself alive
13. i must have disturbed god in my last life
14. duality is hell, unity heaven
15. the shame of inadequacy
16. if anyone sees love and perfection in me
17. your uncaused and purposeless whim
18. craving nothing, not asking for anything
19. one hundred years old
20. baba's hundredth birthday celebration
21. if i fall on my knees before you
22. the entire creation unfolds as a dream
23. some fog in mind makes thoughts seem real
24. i give the world to you, beloved
25. even good toys are set aside
26. all straight lines become circles
27. shadow comes together with light
28. when old games have lost their charm
29. buddha gives the impression there's no god
30. the golden rain of grace
31. mind can remove veils of misunderstanding
32. not during subject's courtship of object
33. discover the soul's first face
34. your grace has rained an ocean
35. who would recognize your golden silence
36. listening for the word of silence
37. even in the midst of all noise
38. how does one know the difference
39. there are two kinds of silence
40. when goodwill replaces anger
41. samadhi without realization is yoga
42. in the beginning, love for the mother
43. why ask where new souls come from
44. by the law of boddhi all is one
45. time stands quite still
46. hearing the beloved's names and seeing his image
47. the "big bang" happened
48. god lies behind consciousness in such a way
49. look under your rugs and behind your screens
50. leave thoughts behind
51. like a night frost in the soul
52. look how everybody walks on water
53. dame money used to dance in a golden gown
54. masts lie around in rags and filth
55. observers who share the same viewpoint
56. medicine water from the ocean of oneness falls
57. talking about you is like talking about silence
58. i like the employment security
59. by seeing the ancient one as he really is

how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

even with all its puzzles and enigmas
the world is a place of revelation
where every secret ultimately comes to light.

you say, "this is my world.
i created it in order to know who i am.
i service it in order to experience who i am.
i pull the plug on it when i'm totally satisfied.

everything and everyone in the three worlds is self
pretending to be other than self by hiding
behind a disguise of paired opposites.

one single self is real, paired opposites illusion.
oneness cannot be left behind or departed from
but only appear so.

i am indivisible oneness and all its apparent
divisions into pairs of opposites."

problems become solutions
suffering becomes joy
ignorance becomes wisdom
helplessness becomes power
fear becomes courage
shame becomes satisfaction

no matter where the beach one walks
nor the height of the mountain one climbs,
no matter how far from the shore one goes,
one remains always on an island
surrounded by an ocean of love's revelation.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

not wanting to die, not wanting to be born,
we all work so hard to get what we don't want.
beloved baba, our god, our guide, our guru,
will none among us awaken, then?

you are a perfect parent, you allow us to be free
yet you are there when we need you.
your silent gestures make sense of enlightenment
better than words make sense of ordinary things.

we take body because we want to know who we are.
the kind of body and circumstances we're born into
reflect who we think we are.

meeting ourselves in different appearances
in worlds of mystery and misery,
our false selves bow down to real self.

seeing you and in fact being you in reality,
serving you and in fact serving ourselves in illusion,
your royal everywhereness melts the world in love fire.

we break the thought barrier and enter
the naked truth under the robe of thoughts.
dualities no longer cover the essential unity of reality.

all victories are hollow except the final one
which is the total loss of self in self.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

you are the end of the line, the end of the red thread;
going everywhere, it goes no further.

the seeker finds you
only after exhausting every other road;
finally in you one is born to immortality
by dying to the births and deaths of ordinary life.

real death slays false death;
false birth delivers real birth.

you are solid, beloved,
world upon world stand on you
with no sign of sinking or slippage.

one lives ordinary life in a state of free fall
tumbling through a cloudy sky;
hearing about you clears away the clouds.

at the moment of meeting you
one smacks the earth with finality,
so solid are you.

one knows when one gets there because it's solid.
for the first time in 8,400,000 lives
one hits something that cannot move.

you're really firm,
more solid than any granite ever thought of being;
one puts one's feet on that base.

one cracks one's eyes to see what the world looks like;
now one sees everything
sitting on the same solid base of you.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

you are the sperm which fertilizes the world egg
where it lies in the womb of mind.

without you, no birth;
the world would just grow older and older
without bringing forth anything new.

because of you, the world gestates
and gives birth to something totally new.

we fall asleep into the masculine mystery
and wake up in the feminine.

because of you,
clarity arises in the midst of these mysteries
according to the law of love.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

when one merges with you
one merges with the entire creation also
which is the expression of your imagination.

such creativity!
it surpasses one's every expectation
and becomes at last one's wildest dream.

you hide behind a veil woven of opposites in mind
and were it not for your great beauty
one might forget to remove that veil
and feast one's sight on your unspeakable loveliness.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

if you were not one, the sky would fall
down around our feet like socks without elastic,
she would be all barbi doll
and he would be only fun with a gun.

if you were not one, the earth would turn
over and catch us in a net of roots.

if you were not one, words would run
out of our ears, staining our shoulders
and money would ooze from our armpits
all day as we slept in our dream.

because you are one, love and law wear
the same costume under their nakedness.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

something in your face
tells time in measurements of eternity.

it is everywhere and in everything,
not your human face that draws us
back again and again to your images,
rather your real face, the face of self
which hides behind the masks of duality.

your beauty casts such a light
that even gross ugliness gets a pleasing look
and the long tear of human history
in the end turns out to be an ocean of love.

your face is the clock of eternity.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

you empower the impossible:
to be awake while asleep
to be everywhere while nowhere.

value and scarcity are intimately linked;
as most scarce of all, your value
exceeds all pearl, gold and diamond.

the only meaning is loving you
realizing you, serving you,
the only reality is being you.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

your anonymity and quiet presence
protect us from the wrath of fanatics
who use the avatar's words to justify cruelty.

the institutional ego commits unspeakable crimes
under the rubric "for god and country,"
and fundamentalism is mere politics.

you ask the impossible:
you ask us to love hate and let hate win
at least in the short run.

you who allow yourself to be exploited
sooner or later you melt everyone's heart.

oh taste his love on the heart's tongue,
this bittersweet medicine of love's bliss.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

you say you love both sinner and saint.

when i'm taken up in saintliness
you rub my face in sin,

and when i get interested in sin
you demand i open up to saintliness.

your love makes me whole in both.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

you tell me to love god
by loving those whom i cannot love;
they are great teachers with their hatred and injustice
that makes the skin crawl with loathing.

i want to run away to someplace neat and clean
but you want me to stand my ground and love.
even as my cheeks are ripped away one by one
you urge us to love even those who harm us.

nothing awakens as much fear
as the darkness within myself;
it always exacts a high price in suffering and loss.

people whom i cannot love
mirror the unloveable in myself.
can a broken heart also love?
you say yes, only a broken heart can really love.

the innocent heart is full of charm
but the scar binding a broken heart
is full of real love, real forgiveness, real acceptance.
there is place for wholeness in both.

how would i know the beauty of love
if i didn't recognize its opposite?
how would i know the disgust of hatred
if i didn't recognize affection?

loving the hateful forces me to acknowledge
that you, being all, are the source of hate as well as affection.
to accept you i must drop my hate of hatred

and clasp that filth to my breast.

oh beloved, if you were you and i were i
it would be so much easier to keep myself clean
but you are me and i am you in real oneness
and this filth is undeniably my own.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

i used to keep myself alive
because i thought i was worth living;
though flawed i was good enough and getting better.

every accident and lapse of intelligence
undermined my will to live;
every mistake and outright failure
weakened me and cast shadows of doubt.

successes and triumphs swung the balance
back the other way and made it seem right
to support myself and promote my own thing;
little skills and good luck sealed the case.

now i live because he is good enough
he who is my real self, the real dweller
behind my appearance of success and failure;
he is perfect, my perfect self, i live for him.

my silly ups and downs, the stuff of illusion,
no longer make or break me;
good and bad luck, appearances of right and wrong
do not influence the one i live for,
my real self, he who is perfect, my self perfect.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

i must have disturbed god in my last life;
beloved, do i owe you disturbance
in the bank of karmic balance?

please forgive my trespasses
and allow me to pay in full.

it must have been you who inspired
my neighbor to open a sawmill
just a few yards across the road from my living room.

you really cut me down to nothing
as the blade screams through birch logs.

all day piece after piece drops to the ground;
i'm anxiously dreading another kind of scream,
fingers that fly off and eyes that die.

my effort to become dust at your feet
makes my heart feel like a boulder.

i have a personal relationship with power saws:
i don't like them - not the sound
and especially not the danger of teeth in bone.

now you're sawing my fear into small pieces
and feeding them to the karmic fire of your intense love.

it's hot, beloved, but that's okay;
i'm willing to sweat an ocean, if need be.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

duality is hell, unity heaven;
these fields of opposites grind against each other,
milling love in consciousness.

heaven and hell exist only when i create them
by ignoring the eleven commandments;
thus i create hell in a hurry.

honoring them with all heart and soul,
paradise descends around me
like a golden rain on a sea of gold.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

the shame of inadequacy
does not go away
when covered over
by accomplishments.

it must be aired
in the light of day
and owned and honored
and melted away.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

if anyone sees love and perfection in me
it's only because you are love and perfection.

not only have i received them from you
but the person who sees them in me
has also received them from you.

neither of us deserves these gifts;
real love closes its eyes to issues of merit.

real love brings its own merit
and confers perfection on the loved one;
in that perfection the loved one becomes perfect.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

your uncaused and purposeless whim
created the universe
and gave me life with a goal and purpose
which is to realize you as my own self.

having realized that you are the "i am"
and the beyond "i am"
of every being including myself,
my life no longer has goal and purpose.

i live your whim as my daily life.
if i had a purpose it would be
to live more whimsically and free
to live ever more your divine whimsy.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

craving nothing, not asking for anything
but to love you more and serve you better and better
and still yet better,
i celebrate our birthdays, my 55th, your 100th.

you have already given me everything in one total gift -
you gave me yourself as my self.

you held nothing back.
now let me hold back nothing in living
the remainder of this life
exactly as you would live it.

mind never exits all-inclusive spacious self
no matter how far it wanders -
all appearances prove to be nothing other than self.

blinded by light and color, ordinary eyes don't see you;
eyes with vision see you everywhere,
no matter whether open or closed.

your 100 years turn the world away from suicide
and fill the world with the consciousness of perfection.
your medicine heart heals the world's empty breast.

the constant fall of your golden rain
over all the earth and throughout the three worlds
transforms the all-pervading ocean itself into gold.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

one hundred years old!
now there's a laugh,
you who cannot be measured
except by one.

armies of zeroes after you,
hordes of zeroes in front of you
have no effect, change nothing,
add nothing, subtract nothing.

at your birthday party
you are the only one present.
you arrange it, you provide the building,
the refreshments and the entertainment
and you enjoy it all.

while we in our fog of illusion
pretend we're doing these things.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

baba's hundredth birthday celebration
has a blade like one of those bulldozers
that push snow into a heap at the corner of the parking lot.

as it moves across the space,
snow builds in front of the blade
and gets manoeuvred into a huge pile.

baba's blade dozes the layer of shame
that lies like snow on everything in mind.
as the celebration comes closer, the heap grows
with every pass of his dozer across the lot.

all the hopeless inadequacy swallowed behind tears
piles up a huge mound in a convenient corner
of consciousness out of the way of traffic.

oh sun of mastery, meher baba,
this anniversary brings real spring
with real rays that free the life-giving water
frozen in his heap of shame.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

if i fall on my knees before you
it's because you make me free.

if i fall on my face before you
it's because you make me love.

let all joyful voices ring your name,
let all mighty hearts fill to bursting.

one single total thank-you-self of gratitude,
how can i serve you more and more?
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

the entire creation unfolds as a dream
which constitutes the mind of god
as the will of oneness to self-reveal.

when one wakes up one discovers
that one is god the dreamer
as well as the dream in all its color.

one sees all the avatars are god
oneself is god and you too are god,
whoever you are who shares these words.

as you become aware of the dream
you increase your search for the dreamer,
looking everywhere, not forgetting the heart.

again and again the avatars
give the key that opens all locks,
freely they distribute it.

despite overwhelming impressions
of the impossibility of being god,
you have all the answers in yourself.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

some fog in mind makes thoughts seem real
but only a fool navigates by half-seen
and almost seen markers.

only one remains when the weather clears.

realization of who i truly am
arises from the firm foundation of who you really are,
all surrounded by a simple landscape of what it really is.

oh beloved, paramatma, only you allow no ambiguity
and permit nothing unclear to persist in mind.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

i give the world to you, beloved,
and you give it back to me.

if i don't give it to you, i don't get it back.

if it's not yours, it's not mine either.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

even good toys are set aside;
even this world full of hollow promises and heartbreak
loses it charm and fun,

even this spinning world
with its billiards behavior.

what's the sport of hollow promises
and where's the amusement in heartbreak?

oh beloved, you recommend an attitude of disgust
to break the world's spell.

you promote love as the ground rule
and you promise all will be winners in the final inning.

you hide and seek and challenge us
to find you as our own true self.

the winner's final score amounts to 3 in 1.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

all straight lines become circles,
all circles become points,
all points become one,
and beyond all foreseeable expectation
that one also becomes one.

the page disappears into the pencil,
the pencil disappears into my hand,
my hand disappears into my mind,
and my mind disappears into god.

complaint turns into acceptance,
acceptance turns into support,
support turns into love,
and love turns into self.

the lesser leads to the greater
which leads to the greatest
until it arrives mysteriously
at the unspeakable beyond comparison.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

shadow comes together with light
unless there's nothing present to cast a shadow;
if there's nothing to cast a shadow
the light itself remains invisible.

light is soul, god is light;
minds are forms that stand in the light
making both themselves and the light visible
and of necessity also casting shadows.

the forms in awakened minds
are as transparent as clean glass,
giving the impression of being there
and not there simultaneously.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

when old games have lost their charm
and new ones no longer tempt,
the glamor is gone.

this dream of worlds
and worlds within worlds goes on forever
feasting till the heart is content.

god-the-beyond is unconscious;
the creation awakens god to consciousness
with the universe serving as scaffolding.

the human being who realizes god
on the path of return to oneness
makes god god-conscious.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

buddha gives the impression there's no god;
he emphasizes each person can reach the highest.

concepts of god block the way,
just as presently in the west
people think "i am god" to be ridiculous.

everything is permeated with buddha nature
literally immersed and completely soaked in it
but one cannot see it
before merging in the profoundly one.

concepts of voidness and emptiness don't help;
they are themselves immersed in buddha nature
which is beyond conception.

you are that imperceptible unconsciousness
of which consciousness is made
and by which it is sustained.

whether the buddha calls you no-self
or krishna calls you self,
reality remains unaffected by the words;
only labels change.

experience the beyond-experience
and know what words cannot say.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

the golden rain of grace
falls in the all-pervading ocean of oneness
every drop itself an ocean, every drop a pearl,
until the flood of oneness drowns the whole world.

occasionally someone fortunate
finds a pearl among the golden drops
in the beloved's omnipresence;
that one learns how to climb the pearl tree
and treasure its unfathomable fragrance.

now and then in a blizzard of gold
someone gratefully discovers the diamond
which never appears on the fingers of wealthy wives;
that indestructible diamond drop seed of a body
lives in the diamond world's infinite ocean.

drowned in this ocean of grace,
the diamondropearl is the silence of self,
the jewel of its adornment.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

mind can remove veils of misunderstanding
and bring one to the point of certainty

but mind cannot gaze directly
on the face of divinity.

dual mind is mind-blind;
duality divides the sight of oneness.

standing on the shore, however,
mind no longer doubts the ocean.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

not during subject's courtship of object
but later, after their marriage,
they give birth to unspeakable oneness.

in reality such opposites have not yet arisen
or else they have arisen, courted, married in imagination
and disappeared in actual union
where they rest in superconscious peace.

marital squabbles never disturb that peace;
marriage bonds opposites so thoroughly
that they disappear in union.
that silence opens one's eye to reality.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

discover the soul's first face
behind the mask of thoughts,
the same way one goes into sleep,
not by doing but rather by undoing.

entering that unconsciousness
which must lie at the center of consciousness,
one comes into nirvana,
the source of nothing as well as everything.

one goes into sleep unconsciously
under a blanket of addictions;
one comes into nirvana fully conscious of that silence
which must lie at the center of sound.

go to sleep in an old bed of talking masks,
wake up in a new one wrapped in the beloved's face.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

your grace has rained an ocean;
nothing remains of dry land.

water has soaked everything
within the golden dampness of your love.

the entire inexhaustible ocean rains grace
in the mind, heart and will of your lovers.

it leaves the colors shining
and the surfaces clean and pleasant to touch
as river stones.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

who would recognize your golden silence
if you didn't ring these silver bells?

the music of angels melts the heart
but your silence satisfies the heart's deepest longing.

whether we sleep in its arms like an infant
or whether it wakens us into eternal sleeplessness

your silence is pure love without purpose or cause
in the absolute freedom of divine self.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

listening for the word of silence
that announces your presence,
my silence meets yours,
mixes with it and melts into it.

greeting you in the silence,
reconciled and washed
in the silence of your love,
silence cannot say mine or yours.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

even in the midst of all noise
your silence sounds.

it sounds like the flute of krishna
whose soft and compelling music
blends all sounds in a way
that harmonizes their rawness
and symphonizes their irrelevance.

sounds put ears on your silence
that hear what silence says:
the light in its head,
the love in its embracing heart,
the goodwill in its belly.

the tinder of your silence causes combustion,
beloved, that ignites the sun in the inner sky.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

how does one know the difference
between false and real silence?

false silence separates the stick from the drumhead
until new dancing calls for a beat.

real silence swallows the "problem of opposites" whole
in a maw of immeasurable proportions;
it's never heard from again.

false silence dreams quietly;
real silence is sound asleep.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

there are two kinds of silence:
the silence of nothingness
and the silence of oneness.

the silence of nothingness is temporary;
the silence of oneness is eternal.

the silence of nothingness is related to
the silence of oneness in the same way
a picture or a statue is related to its subject.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

when goodwill replaces anger,
strangers meet.

when gratitude replaces greed,
acquaintances become friends.

when love replaces lust,
friends become mates.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

samadhi without realization is yoga,
samadhi with realization is nirvikalpa.

the difference between them is great:
yoga samadhi takes refuge in nothingness,
nirvikalpa samadhi unites all in oneness.

yoga samadhi sets impressions temporarily aside,
nirvikalpa samadhi wipes them out forever.

after yoga samadhi personality returns like after sleep
exactly where it left off beforehand.

after nirvikalpa samadhi personality returns,
if it returns, purified and forever sanctified by god.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

in the beginning, love for the mother
at the end, love for the father.

in the beginning, worship of form, body
and the beauty of the senses;
the mother nourishes like food
as she's consumed by the lover.

at last, the father eliminates
whatever has become burdensome;
he flushes away the stuff
that blocks effective functioning.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

why ask where new souls come from
when there's only one soul in all existence?

a trick of mind makes it seem that many souls
emerge from and re-merge into the profoundly one.

the manyness of oneness is illusion;
the oneness of oneness is real.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

by the law of boddhi all is one,
meaning everything is one,
nothing is one and one is one.

by the laws of manu all is flux
within the relative behavior of opposites,
requiring positions of judgment.

the truth of boddhi never changes
whereas the wisdom of manu
shifts and moves under the impact of history.

all knowing finally disappears in truth.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

time stands quite still as the days fly by
with name and number in constant spiral.

they expose how the rock awoke,
weaving on the loom of duality
whose threads disappear every night.

without division into polarities
energy would lie flat;
as long as dualities exist
heaven and hell must also exist.

forty days and forty nights of your golden rain
floods the old world in divine love;
it washes away the spirals of ignorance, grief and greed
from the face of the planet.

the geology of awakening reveals
the slight-of-mind which creates dualities;
heaven and hell disappear in the moment of unity
like darkness into a mirror.

as in a day so also a lifetime
and so also the lifetime of a soul -
a day, a great day, and a universal day.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

hearing the beloved's names and seeing his image
works like sunshine on unripe fruit,
plumping it up with flavor and giving color.

a single day's sunshine doesn't fully ripen a fruit,
a single hearing of the divine name
or contemplation of the divine image
doesn't ripen a soul in the lord's garden;
a full season is required to perform that miracle.

oh my friends, you may be lost
but the landscape knows exactly where you are.
just concentrate on the beloved
whose reality is as pure as sunlight
and ignore the maya that attempts to grow
on everything like moss.

the source of mind is self,
the absolute wholeness of impressionless oneness,
call it what you will - nirvana, oversoul, god the beyond.

thought is the concept of separation into dualities,
feeling is the subjective experience of separation;
mind is both thought and feeling taken together.

truth alone is undivided oneness;
all that really exists is non-existence.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

the "big bang" happened
when unconscious god
conceived the first thought,
which was the question "who am i?"

scientists with instruments and words
can pretty well explain
how the answer arises
as gas formed, cooled
and solidified into the universe.

the question "who am i?"
has lost none of it's power -
ask and see!
finally it brings you
back to your source
in unconscious god.

because the universe
came into form
and lived every answer
to the original question,
you consciously return
and re-live the source
of its unconsciousness.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

god lies behind consciousness in such a way
as to be its source.

you don't see god because you don't see
the source of consciousness.

you identify yourself with the content of consciousness
rather than its source.

when finally you discover the source of consciousness
you discover your real self which is divine.

you see that the source of consciousness, self,
is not really different from its content, yourself.

yourself is clearly self;
the first is clearly modification of the second.

modifications are temporary and unstable
whereas the source is forever unchanging.

the mystery lies right here;
only failure can come from looking outside oneself for god.

how does the changing and temporary content of
consciousness arise from the unchanging permanent source?

how does yourself arise from self?
how does illusion arise from reality?
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

look under your rugs and behind your screens,
check the inner recesses of your closets and cupboards,
explore attic and cellar.

at the center of even every false thing
you find your real self;
nothing can be found at the center of anything
other than real self.

when you finish studying "what is it?"
you turn full attention to the study of "who am i?"

the search takes on many appearances;
while god searches for himself
it looks like human beings are searching for him
and it looks like i'm searching for myself.

examine oneness until the one appears
in naked love and silent truth and universal peace.

once you see that one
the mirror-worlds of illusion become obvious.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

leave thoughts behind
like ants at a picnic
and take up delicious blissfilled oneness.

savor the flavor of infinite freedom,
let not a single crumb be lost.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

like a night frost in the soul
that withers the gorgeous flower to the root,

the poisonous feeling of smallness,
sore as a boil on soul,
erupts as anger and madness
that shouts and threatens and damns.

whether or not you believe in god,
god believes in you;
if your problems were really problems,
god would solve them.

why not allow yourself to be limited,
without shame of inadequacy,
understanding the creation to be
an expression of necessary limitation.

like a couple of girls who find a trunk
of mom's old clothes in the attic,
take pleasure in trying on all sorts of ill fitting
and antique costumes.

caught on the hook of illusion's double dealing,
there's no way out except through the heart.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

look how everybody walks on water
as if it were solid.

whoever manages to sink to the depths
recognizes the unreality of surface and shore.

stars and planets drown in their tracks;
not even a single drop ever spills
from the moon's full cup.

take a sip for heart's sake.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

dame money used to dance in a golden gown
and she knew well how to behave in public
but now she strips and jiggles all over town.

she can be seen pulling every kind of trick
in this system that rewards greed,
punishes anger and buries its face in lust.

from a quick look around
one gets the impression that greed wins
and only money is real.

here's a message for all moneypumpers:
if you don't buy your own shadow
you can't bring home god for keeps.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

god intoxicated pilgrims called masts
lie around in rags and filth, unaware of their own shit;
inwardly they are clean and sterling
with hearts full of love for god.

the inner life of the worldly successful, on the other hand,
despite their tailoring and expensive underwear,
resembles the outer life of masts.

captains of their own concerns have license to kill
for survival, for overcoming enemies and even for pleasure;
each cook spices the world stew to suit his own palate.

history watches with eyes everywhere,
wanting to know the many kinds of wealth,
what is a wakeup call? how does a thought get started?

the realization of oneness incinerates history;
in fact one's self is the answer one seeks.

oh overflowing heart,
would you rather be in charge or in love?
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

observers who share the same viewpoint
obtain the same observations.

scientists define viewpoints with accuracy and precision,
therefore they observe and duplicate the same events.

when the intuitive and social sciences
codify and quantify their viewpoints
with precision equal to the physical sciences,
they will also agree on similar descriptions of the universe.

when scientists wish to get real answers
they will shift the thrust of their inquiry
away from the source and functioning of the universe
to the source and functioning of consciousness.

consciousness does not know its own source.
how can a tool be properly used
before it's fully understood by the user?
a curtain of thoughts hides the source.

consciousness is a modification of oneness
which recognizes its own unique oneness
and is capable of realizing the oneness of the whole,
which is god.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

medicine water from the ocean of oneness falls
as a golden rain in the head and heart and belly of mankind.

more subtle than humidity, finer than space,
medicine water is the blessing of your inseparable oneness;
it carries the ocean of oneness in every drop.

it slakes the heart's thirst for love,
it satisfies the head's thirst for truth
and it stills the belly's thirst for peace.

in the hands of god I'm a shuttle
weaving together west and east
with the unbreakable thread of oneness.

dip my pen in the golden rain
that the ocean itself flow through it
with the experience of oneness in manyness
and words that name the one which has no opposite.

uncork the bottles of love
and pour a draft for the thirsty;
wherever there are many, there also is the one.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

talking about you is like talking about silence,
the words themselves obscure the real meaning
but the world cannot have too much praise for god
nor too much adoration of the truth.

drowned in the golden water of love-truth-peace,
may it flow through this pen onto the page
in equally golden words
and write the ocean on mankind's heart.

you speak with one voice, delivering one message
tailored to every size and shape and taste.

i hold myself in readiness to speak
and write the words only you can author.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

i like the employment security
of being assigned an impossible task.

not only the rest of this life
but countless lives to come
will not give me time enough
nor sufficient experience
to catch the truth in words
or write the love you really are.

my job won't be completed until
all the statements of language
are reduced to a single sound
and that syllable itself be heard as silence.

then i can lay down my pen for good
and retire with peace of mind.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

by seeing the ancient one as he really is
i see myself as i really am;
staring directly in the face of oneness
gives the only true view of how one looks.

the reality of who i am is the source of all that is.
coming from you, i can do anything;
without you, no doing at all.

with gratitude for allowing me to see you
in everyone and everything,
now i desire to please you before all others
by pleasing you in all others.

even as you lived your life
in such a way as to please god-in-me,
let me live my life in such a way
as to please you-in-all.
how the rock awoke

eternal perfect beloved

1. the golden rain
2. shoulder an oar
3. winnowing the ocean
4. salt from the beloved's table, welcome home
5. no separation is possible, one another
6. the pearl tree, sea rose