Whether I call it Mahamudra
Great Spatial Consciousness
Great Natural Perfection
Or Ch’an
The state of absolute union
I can neither conceive of it
Nor pursue it
Nor reach it
I can neither come closer to it nor get farther away from it
Because it is the very nature of my mind
In this total nakedness
I abandon beliefs and concepts
Philosophies and certainties
All expectation and all fear
Then it comes forth from my depths
This is where it has always been
The Ruby of the Heart has only been waiting for
my silence
What I would desire got farther away
as I came closer to it
What I named would become unveiled
Effort would dry me up
Desire would make me like powder
The paradox of seeking is that we must
start seeking
But this we find only by
Abandoning seeking
Drifting in another place
I finally came back to the Heart
I have read a thousand descriptions of ambrosia
But I have tasted it only
By sipping it of myself
I lost time wanting to probe the unknown
To use up my wits
I cluttered my consciousness
Therefore I separated myself from the known
I crossed two spheres
The sphere of accumulation
And the sphere of forgetting
Finally I opened my senses to the inexpressible
I realized that the absolute
has no need for my theory of the world
So I stopped obscuring the real
I stopped opposing
the concrete and the absolute
Body and mind
I stopped rambling on about the clouds
And finally I saw the sky
Fragmentation maintained
Suffering and solitude
In the great letting go
Everything is luminous
Glory be to the Goddess
Glory be to my own absolute essence
Source: Yoga Spandakarika by Daniel Odier
Thanks Kirtanman for a great poem. Reminds me of the Ashtavakra Gita, a similar expression of the ultimate liberation, the liberation from all effort at liberation!
chinna