I came across a poem this week that stopped me in my tracks. I was reading the Tibetan Book Of The Dead when the eight lines below jumped off the page.
I’ve never seen a description of “source” written on paper so succinctly. This is the epitome of what we are touching at the height of ceremony and deep meditation – when we are truly awake.
These words are now printed on the wall next to my desk:
Remember the clear light,
The pure clear white light
From which everything in the universe comes,
To which everything in the universe returns;
The original nature of your own mind.
The natural state of the universe unmanifest.
Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it.
It is your own true nature, it is home.
– The Tibetan Book Of The Dead
Never forget who you really are.
Director, The Sacred Science