Mother Mystery: By Karen Richards

April 5, 2010

In an instant the minds cover – blown,

And what has always been known,

Was revealed in shining perfection true,

Ever fresh, yet – not new

Emergence from false ideology

Clearly revealing ‘there is no me’

Arising from within –oh so many things

A falling leaf

Ten thousand springs

On a hill far away – a fire a-light,

The cold north wind

A newborn’s cry

Reflected upon a lake so still

The shimmering sun in the glory of morn

The soaring eagle arises in depth of night,

Toward a silvery moon

In the sky so high,

A chorus of birds and the laughter of friends

Intimacy between lovers

A returning dance without end….

Life shows herself when she has chosen you,

The Self reveals ONE life – not two,

And suddenly remembered, is what has always been known,

ALL is this- right here and now,

Just as it is, the miracle hue,

Far too simple to be true

And yet it IS and when it’s seen

Without earthly eyes of blue or green,

There is no doubt

Of the perfection that’s here,

Within the seemingly imperfect – seen so clear,

All forms rise up, to just fall away,

Revealing each moment the depth of life

Without belief rising from distorting mind

How could one ever have been so blind?

To miss what was here – but all along

Simple, unwavering and infinitely strong.

The truth of life it always waits

Such is the power of eternal grace

Within a grasp yet cannot be held

Arising from Truth – ONE as ALL,

Not a fragmental part– but the totality

Think and it’s gone – hidden how can that be?

Such it IS – the great mystery,

Revealing NOTHING but the wisdom – ‘I am free!’

The joy and sadness, the whole pretence,

Is of absolutely no consequence

For what it is it – can never be gained,

Strive as you may, seeking in vain

For what you are was never born

And is not found on any distant shore

It cannot be reached along less traveled roads

Simply stop looking without and ‘just know’

Simply ‘this’ – so plain, so clear

All that ever IS – is simply here!

In the absence of striving and seeking – it’s KNOWN

Constantly abiding, the eternal home.

© Karen Richards