The Box

Do people really have an interest in finding G-d, Truth, the Self, or the Higher Life by whatever name? In my conversations with friends; Christian, Buddhist, Hindu, New Age, Hermetic or what have you, I often think I can count the faithful ones of love on one hand - myself not among them - and this because most spiritual practices are modified by the ego to serve its own ends, and being like the serpent of the Garden, the ego is the subtlest of beasts. There is no more direct practice than its sacrifice and vigilance is the key.

My teacher said to me one day: "You know its dark inside that box and you don't care.” He was referring to the coffin and testing me again I was sure.

I replied: something like: "I do indeed know. My personality will blow apart like sand. My memories will dissolve like salt in the sea. My knowledge will loose all points of reference. Thus purified, all I will have for a body is the light, this star like radiance I see before the inner eye, having worked unceasingly to find it. And I will have this secret bliss without reason, as my mood of being, for being learned of loves discipline, I release the knots of the heart and their Unity obscuring emotions. Through an artful forgetfulness I no more identify with positions of judgment. Let ‘the box’ take what it will of my time and life here. I make my home in eternity. Nothing perishable of earth or heaven will I call my own. All things good are beyond the bondage of time. Love can only visit the world like morning dew, long enough to call us to its-Self. One day life may even form me again as dew, for none are free until we are free as One."

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