Life Inside The Truth

Around the head lies an invisible sphere.

If there is something that is needed, it appears inside the sphere.

If a Question arises, it is answered inside the sphere.

 

All that is required, arises.

From the complex to the mysterious to the incalculable,

It arises.

 

The sphere was not built.

It Arrived.

 

After years.

Perhaps lifetimes . . .

 

The chronology

Cannot be stated.

 

Method

Is a hindrance.

 

Austerity

Is a distraction.

 

What is required,

Appears.

 

What is requested,

Arrives.

 

The sphere places demands.

But the demands are met

Prior to the arrival of the sphere.

For if they are not,

The sphere does not arrive.

 

It demands

A pure heart.

 

It demands

A devoted sensibility.

 

It demands

A seriousness and a sincerity

As deep as the oceans.

 

It has its requirements.

It has its demands.

It does not reveal them all.

But when they are satisfied,

It Arrives.

 

If asked

If I know,

The answer

Is No.

 

For the curious

Must be avoided.

 

If asked

If I know,

The answer

Is No.

 

Appeasing empty inquiries

Is dull and unsatisfying.

 

The possibilities

For a human

Are endless.

 

So long as his human-ness

Remains fiercely guarded

Against the world.

 

It is there.

It has always been there.

 

Upon the asking

It is there.

 

So long as the mysterious conditions

Have been met.

 

Innocence

And purity

Have no equal.

 

Seriousness

And sincerity

Have no equal.

 

The sphere

Is always here.

 

It Arrived

Some day

Long ago.

 

 

Namaste.