To my teacher, William Samuel

Sweet With Simple Easy        by Sandy

This is beauty! This is Heaven!
This time, This time I know what beauty is.

Little garden strewn with rambling weeds
flowers drying in the warm
September sun and sky so blue,
this time bluer more beautiful

Now when I come home again
It is easy to see that Living
Truth is not contained within
an orderly presentation of knowledge
Truth is not exclusive,
not just for some and others excluded.

Truth is not just non-dualism,
It includes the dualism too,
and the understanding of that dualism.

An orderly presentation of knowledge
is a limited presentation of knowledge.

What about the disorderly presentation of knowledge?
Do we leave that out and only hold to one?

If knowledge could be limited to order
It wouldn't be infinite.

And when I look out at my garden right there
across the unorganized and undisciplined yard
I see flowers growing at random, unbound beauty.

Yes, I see, I see,
that while there is order in randomness
there is randomness in order.


Oh Life, Dear Life how much bounty
of carefree wandering, meandering beauty you are.

And I see the wild liberty of Life everywhere I look!
Just look, unorthodox roses, climbing in unruly joy
wherever they please to roam.
The trees are coming up just here and there.
Their seeds scattered cross the fields
by the wind and the rain.

There’s no scientific precision there.

So in infinite terms, for the presentation to be correct,
it would have to include a disorderly presentation of it,
which is what we are, which is the art of living of it.

We cannot control the Infinite with ridged definition.
Confining dogma, systems, rules, governing,
words are used to take the reins
in fear to hold The Illimitable back.

Just how Infinite is Infinite?

Surrender is more than semantic games with the Truth,
it isn't’t dissension, it isn’t split, it isn’t a suicidal commentary,
no, no... Nor is it speculation
or gossamer dreams of wonderment.

It isn’t any of that stuff,
it isn’t the fear of confrontation,
it isn’t the fear of anything at all.

But a sacrifice is demanded
if you want to veer off the pavement
if you want to throw off your shoes
and run with open arms into the meadow
where scattered orange yellow leaves fall
twilling in spiral spins.

We let go fear, we let go the old man
who clings to the empty images of his unbelief.

Let us find the Child Within
who understands why the daisies laugh
as they are gathered in groups
of disarray, unorganized, unafraid,
with all their innocent glory on display

It is all here making it sweet with simple easy
to walk beyond the professions
to the living, to the actual living.

Love, Sandy

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