No. 3

Two Truths

The absolute — all is love.
You are That.
Skinny on concrete, fat in a fur coat — form.
It does not matter how you dance.
The background does not change.

The relative.
You are a predator.
The cat — tenderness.
Cracked the skull open, playing a role.
Such is fate.
Threw a bone under the door and nothing more.

Shame is resistance to relative truth.
I will not be like him. War with the given.
Suffering on a rotten staircase.
You hold on and hang. Death.

Came back to life — deserted.
Laughed for ten minutes.
The body-mind acts.
You are the witness.
A child is drowning.
Cannot climb —
The rock — shifting sand,
But the water itself will lift
Just watch.

Responsibility is a concept.
You are not the doer.
The water lifts. No one decided.
You are the witness.

Morality is for those who think they are doing.
Refuse your idol,
And then you will see his fear.

Realization is about seeing.
Freedom is anger, passion, madness.
That does not choose sides.
Behind good and evil in the ordinary sense.
No contradiction.
Fire burns in the same water.
All is love. You are a predator.

Non-interference.
The observer does not do.
Allows or blocks.
Non-action and non-doing.
Neither personal nor evil.

Wrathful compassion.
Not from anger, but from clarity.
The blow is not violence, but medicine.

Shame is contraction.
Wrote. Erased.
Acceptance is expansion.
Hollow. Not empty.
I do not endure — I love.
No need — it is.
I am this way. Life.

Whatever role was given — I played it well.
Was dealt white skin and tattered eyes
Freedom is not in what you do.
In how.

Clarity?
That plays.
Peace after action?
From the observer.
Guilt, agitation?
From the ego.

You are lying to yourself again.
Honesty is the only strategy.
The cigarettes are already punched through.
No need. Thank you.