[I can never leave – not for one heartbeat –
but I can write letters from home and this is one]
are you looking for a sanctuary?
a place that’s private and quiet?
that’s rent-free, and can’t be bought or sold?
(you will never be evicted for any reason
that you don’t have to share – even with your family
or lovers – because you can’t?
that requires no maintenance?
that needs no insurance because it can’t be damaged?
that’s as large or small as you wish?
that you can take everywhere you go –
even when you have no fixed earthly abode
and you find yourself “homeless”?
that’s as solid as rock, yet lighter than a baby’s breath?
that has views onto both the temporal and the timeless?
that has a warm hearth glowing, and a welcome mat
with your name on it, at the door?
would you believe me when I say
it is wherever YOU are, no matter what your experience?
I’ve been having a few problems with my laptop of late. It’s amazing how everything life throws into the day can be grist for the blog-mill. I liked the notion of a Safe Mode (mind is always looking for safety, no?) and sat down to see what would get written . . .
When awareness rests as the disengaged observer mode of consciousness – what some refer to as being ‘present to awareness’ and some call the ‘I AM’, but what I prefer to call the ‘IT IS’ – there is serene impartiality to all the activity going on in the mind-field.
Resting in – or rather, as – ‘IT IS’, one is in Safe Mode. There’s no possibility of identification with thought’s images, memories and feelings. They still appear, as is their nature, and are responded to, but they cannot happen to a personal ‘you’ because the thought-bundle (software) that creates ‘you’ isn’t operating.
Starting your computer in Safe Mode is often advised when there are problems with the operating system. Likewise, resting in Safe Mode as ‘IT IS’ is a good way to avoid problems with mind’s operating system and be free of its endless tragedies and comedies. And if that sound s a bit boring, know that mind will resist. Safe Mode renders it redundant; naturally it will protest. (Until it swoons in wonderment, at which point it will want to know why no one told it to back off before. LOL.)
Resting in the sanctuary of Safe Mode is the ultimate relaxation, the greatest luxury. Whether you’re engaged in the busyness of the world or in quiet contemplation, life takes care of ITself with remarkable order and graciousness. You notice this – it’s not a fantasy.
You discover that in Safe Mode the self-shining light of awareness that you ARE is beaming brilliantly. And you smile, for you recognize that this has always been the case – way before mind conceived the idea of a Safe Mode. . .