now, in this moment.
Now, imagine that you are a on death-bed.
You are exactly where you are right now,
only you are dying.
Nothing has changed, except that you are going for away.
Everything that you do that is nothing,
it means nothing- always and forever.
Now: you are listening somebody call your name,
but you reach out to them.
Now: you are feeling itchy on your arm,
but unable to scratch
Now: you are feeling itchy on your arm,
but unable to scratch
In all the universe, there is only you.
Utterly powerless.
You are dead, yet you feel alive.
A 'Is-ness' shines through your form,
shining your 'Is-ness like a thought.
Listen for your ceasing to be, it is calling.
Let the heart cry for the loss of it is self
tears of helplessness
to set it free.
I always do this exercise with me and family & friends
I always do this exercise with me and family & friends