Slide Upon the Light From Which Forms Are Made

Ah, I long for the vanished gardens of Cordoba, 

where no thing hangs or rises up 

desirous to be sucked in or forced out, 

where all beings are sublime, 

tasting only the nectar of Love-Bliss in their mouths, 

their tongues clinging to the roof of their tooth-hood 

only for Happiness, 

without the slightest thought of self, 

without the slightest thought of clinging to another. 

Such Bliss is not heaven! 

It is nowhere, 

nowhere at all, 

not then, not now, not in the future. 

Such Bliss has never been experienced by beings at all 

except in their moment of vanishing 

when they slide upon the Light from which forms are made.

When nothing even in the slightest 

is experienced or known or presumed,

then there is only
 the Infinite Light of Bliss, 
the same state in which you now exist but 
without the compartments of your atrocious thought, 
without even a parcel of it hanging out. 

Now we are free. Then we are free. 

Then we were free. Then we will be free. 
This space of time is only a figment of your imagination. 
This body here is the lie by which you are bound. 

Be willing to give up your body, 

even now, 
even now, 
even now. 
And your mind, 
which is your body. 
Let it go.
 Let it go.
 Cling to nothing. 
Let it go. 

This is my recommendation.

Adi Da Samraj

©2010 The Avataric Samrajya of Adidam Pty Ltd.,
as trustee for The Avataric Samrajya of Adidam.
All rights reserved. Perpetual copyright claimed.


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