Raw

Sit down, experience life directly, without concept.

Each concept is a vortex that takes you into a spiral arm.
Once caught by the mental vortex, you run along this circuit with progressive, programmed, insatiable and fatal acceleration.
You barely have time to notice it and decide, with an inner jerk, to escape from it and jump out,
and there’s already another one of those spirals grabbing and propelling you into its winds of illusion,
Concepts are such vortexes.
Why would it be any different for religious concepts, even those relating to God?

Sitting practice is without concept,
Silent prayer is without concept.
From your heart to the divine heart, the pipe,
So short that it seems non-existent, yet never deceiving you.

©FJ April 2024
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