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Climb the Spiritual Mountain

by Joseph Raffa
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There are people who love to climb mountains.  When asked why,

some may say “Because it is there”.  There is another kind of

mountain that others seek to climb – the mountain of Ultimate

Reality.  They do not know why, only that they have to go.

The mountains of time are well defined, the destination sure, the

equipment is available.  Ultimate Reality has no defined pathway

leading to it, the equipment necessary is the nature that we are.

This journey we travel alone.  Gurus can only take us so far,

then we must be left to face our own uncertainty, our weaknesses

and fears, whatever we are.

We move this way, we move that, try this, try that.  When we come

to cul-de-sacs we turn, retrace our steps then start again, over

and over.  Gradually it dawns that we are journeying through

ourselves, that we create the obstacles and the mountain to

climb.  When we’ve exhausted our efforts, when we are at the end

of the line with no more stations to travel to, we pause, and sit

and let go.

Effort falls away – everything is shed – the tiredness, the

struggle, the striving.  We just let go and then suddenly we are

there on top of the mountain.  We have been transported all in

one instant and we are basking in the full sunshine of Being.

Our journey is over, without sense of movement or achievement.

We didn’t do a thing except to be still.  That’s it, just still –

the stillness of a mind not seeking, not striving.  a sudden

unexpected, unexplainable stillness and we are on the top of the

mountain.

We know what we come from and we know where we are going.  Never again will we be

lost in time.  We are home – home where we belong.

 

 

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A lifetime alone

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Photo: Simon Howden – FreeDigitalPhoto.net

by Joseph Raffa

A lifetime, etched in loneliness.

A lifetime surrounded by people,

yet still, a lifetime living alone.

A lifetime,

locked within the confines of one’s understanding –

unable to break out,

to share the experiences of a lifetime of living.

Aloneness.

Deeper than the ocean.

An unbridgeable aloneness imprisoned within the emptiness of knowing.

Struggle – against the surrounding walls.

Struggle – to learn, to grow and to know.

There is a whisper abroad

A way out of the darkness.

Search for the light that brightly shines at the end of the dark tunnel of despair.

Go with the light –

To where? To the timeless beyond.

Away from the world of knowing –

from the aloneness and the prison of self experience and into the unknown world of the perfect strangeness.