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Rest and Be Taken
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When there is deep abundance
there is nowhere to abide. There is nowhere to rest or grasp onto and yet there is rest The sky abides yet it never rests. Neither can we say that the sky is not always at rest. We talk about the sky as if it were something as if it actually exists - and yet we cannot say that the sky does not exist. The sky is nothing but coming and going. Everything is perfectly spontaneous. The coming and going arise mutually instantaneously. If the true I is asleep you will miss the point entirely and you will continue to dwell in the world of opposites. So see the two as one and the one as empty and be liberated within the world of duality. At first it seems as if begoing follows becoming. But look even closer and you will see that there are only flashes of lightning illuminating the empty sky. Life and death becoming and begoing are only words. In order to save your life you must see that you die instantaneously moment to moment instant to instant. Now where are you going to abide? And where are you not abiding already? Indeed there is nowhere to rest your head and there is nothing but rest. So let go of all ideas about permanence and impermanence about cause and effect and about no cause and no effect. All such notions are dualistic concepts. The Truth of what you are is completely beyond all duality and all notions of non-duality, and yet it includes duality and non-duality alike. Like an ocean that is both waves and stillness and yet un-definable as waves or stillness. The truth of being cannot be grasped by ideas or experiences. Both waves and stillness are the manifest activity or your own self. But self cannot be defined by its activity nor by its non-activity. The truth is all-transcendent ungraspable, all-inclusive and closer than your own skin. A single thought about it obscures its essence. The perfume of true life is right in your nose. There is nothing you can do to perceive it and yet you must do something. I say: Rest and be taken. Rest and be taken.
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