Wednesday, April 30, 2014

On the Road again


On the Road again

to Emmaus..
They spoke to him retelling the Sunday sermon..
and his response: how foolish you are..the story is a
pattern told before and in that pattern you might find
me and you..and other sons and daughters of Adam..and 
this message ignited their hearts burning..what we know 
now was always before us before...!


Happiness


Happiness

So much depends on Awareness of 
our real Self..That Self of dimensions
our lives between..Happiness only
found in singular perspective reaching 
and caressing the other..


Once desire is liberated from the need to produce happiness for a non-existent self, it is revealed as a play of energies that express, share and celebrate happiness itself.  
Rupert Spira

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Words


Words

Shedding the boundaries..inside and out..
how to express this enlarged..more than enlarged..
territory with words..words which always
separate bifurcate imprison and shout..
The boundary erasure may present trees with
breathing energy..colors which shimmer taking
one's breath..or dancing figures appearing and not
..words may constrict and contain, even destroy these 
images born in one's territory not ending..yet we try..
and sometimes find words with a faint glow..just 
reminders of our dwelling in sun and silence..
without...

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Billy Squirrel


Billy Squirrel

I am looking at the black cover
of my journal..where 
these numbers stand 2014..this measure
of the line from my birth..a lengthening
line we each own..now Billy Squirrel
approaches my seat on a sunny porch 
morning..and come to think that Billy
knows no line..his moment's interest is 
a just discovered peanut..now standing
and hands handle as I would if becoming
that squirrel..are there matters more
important..on this Saturday morning..
than erasing that line..and becoming
as Billy with attention all gathered
to that peanut delight...

Logan's dance


Logan's dance

I remember Farish lake
on a gravel road
and summer's tall pines..
fishing poles and cans of worms
Andy as Andy
Opie as Logan 
a whistlin' and a dancin'
that Mayberry tune..
I remember a boat to Alaska
Molly and Logan
presenting their gifted surprise:
a dance routine much rehearsed
honoring our 50th celebration..
Logan dances and lives
love of Life outpours into Excelling
in his sports and learning and..yes..
all these are dance..
And so..his confirmation I know
cannot confirm more than
a boy's love..becoming
his dance...!

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Telling it straight


Telling it straight

Why not indeed tell it straight..
history and story and time seem straight
and so we expect that the telling should
also flow straight and sequential and all..
But then on occasion we find that 
straight deceives and only but satisfies
our cultured impatience to know..
Liberating it is, but effort it demands
to hear stories which surprise and jolt
there is delay in displaying what we know
a telling the way life unfurls and is...

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Clouds Of


Clouds Of

Life as lived
is laden with might-have-beens
each moment's potentials
moment on moment is layered..
And what of history put down
and of those fallen words..
fallen as resumes and obituaries..
Would not Real history consist
of Art's rendering of those layers..
Each layer trying to recover more from
 those Clouds Of might-have-beens..
Our Clouds which collapsed to
record resumes and obituaries
dead remnants of so much more...


Iterations












Just as bees gather honey, so we collect from all that happens what is sweetest—and we build Him. Even with the littlest, most insignificant thing, when it comes from love, we begin. We begin with effort and the repose that follows efforts, with silence or a solitary joy, with everything we do alone without anyone to join or help us, we begin Him whom we will not live to see, any more than our ancestors could experience us. Yet they are in us, those long departed ones, they are in our inclinations, our moral burdens, our pulsing blood, and in gestures that arise from the depths of time. (Rilke)

Rome, December 23, 1903
Letters to a Young Poet

Sunday, April 20, 2014

STRETCH...Non-Duality


STRETCH...Duality and Nonduality

April 21st, 2014

“That all opposites—such as mass and energy, subject and object, life and death—are so much each other that they are perfectly inseparable, still strikes most of us as hard to believe. But this is only because we accept as real the boundary line between the opposites. It is, recall, the boundaries themselves which create the seeming existence of separate opposites. To put it plainly, to say that "ultimate reality is a unity of opposites" is actually to say that in ultimate reality there are no boundaries. Anywhere.” 
--- Ken Wilber

“As simple as that sounds, it is nevertheless extremely difficult to adequately discuss no-boundary awareness or nondual consciousness. This is because our language — the medium in which all verbal discussion must float — is a language of boundaries. As we have seen, words and symbols and thoughts themselves are actually nothing but boundaries, for whenever you think or use a word or name, you are already creating boundaries. Even to say "reality is no-boundary awareness" is still to create a distinction between boundaries and no-boundary! So we have to keep in mind the great difficulty involved with dualistic language. That "reality is no-boundary" is true enough, provided we remember that no-boundary awareness is a direct, immediate, and nonverbal awareness, and not a mere philosophical theory. It is for these reasons that the mystic-sages stress that reality lies beyond names and forms, words and thoughts, divisions and boundaries. Beyond all boundaries lies the real world of Suchness, the Void, the Dharmakaya, Tao, Brahman, the Godhead. And in the world of suchness, there is neither good nor bad, saint nor sinner, birth nor death, for in the world of suchness there are no boundaries.” 

― Ken Wilber
(No Boundary: Eastern and Western Approaches to Personal Growth)


THE SCIENCE AND MYSTERY OF PERCEPTION 
Perception underpins all human behavior and helps interpret sensory information to make sense from the senseless. The brain, to create meaning where there is possibly none, processes perception from the unperceived and thought from the unthinkable. The process of perception is in fact one of creation. What we perceive is not what is out there or within. There is no inherent value in the incredibly complex patterns of light that fall onto our eyes, and yet we see coherent forms and motions that enable us to survive. Exploring the nature of perception can help us glimpse life beyond experiencer and experience, perceiver and perception.
--- Science and Non-Duality Conference (SAND)


Saturday, April 19, 2014

Backyard deer


Backyard deer

Our yard is sheltered
high board fence with trees..
Only I know and see
this she-deer lying then standing
sheltered on this Easter eve..
Alert as ever with swiveling ears
each of my in-door sounds 
is entered in her registry..
So this connection of 
mis-trust and rest
makes her life..and ours..
until sometime when
mis-trust finds real rest
that of eternal
already Now...

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Camouflage


Camouflage

The light must be dimmed..and 
the dimming comes from stories..
stories out there and stories in here
become the same stories..and all
are as prisms filtering bright light
showing new colors with each telling..
The question should arise: what is
the Real story in camouflage
not told in each telling...?


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Conversation II


Conversation II

When the knowing 
is duality..conversation roams
over fields of facts with connections
as arising..these connects may point
to embracing non-duality..which some say
should have been the beginning knowing ..
Mis-connects spread..separation rules..
red emotions rise with the exchanging heat
and in some domains..blood streaks the floor..!
Non-duality apparently must be tasted
and tasted again..to savor its humble flavor
cleansing those doors of perception
simply knowing not-knowing...!


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Conversation


Conversation

Finding real conversation
is the task of our time..
Of those engaged each needs
find inside and out as single..
With a single identity
each has located a unique self..
A self NOW anchored
 in higher dimension with
space and time unbounded..
NOW brings joy experience
and conversation finds
beauty in difference...

Monday, April 14, 2014

It's not about me


It's not about me

I am a teacher
who shunned the spotlight..
When excited crowds gathered
I often found an exit to slip away..
I became absent to encourage 
each their own reflection on
 their own Divine connection..
Please read once more my prayer
how each Connects in there..
In my burial place they again
found my absence
 I wished my departing message
to be profound yet so simple:
It's not about me...!

Friday, April 11, 2014

Pesach (Passover)


Pesach (Passover)

It is all woven and interwoven
the Sea splitting on the Seventh 
is looped into first day..
And this of the Plagues..all ten..
are but  hits  extracting light bits
from our Tree of Life shadows..
Adam and Serpent on a new stage:
Moses and Pharaoh.. Egypt showdown..
Twenty-six generations since Noah
 time to rise up.. Bring some light down..!

A new story now unfolds..not the one
as Sunday-school told..the Bible reports
such a rush to depart and we ask: What is
the rush..? Pharaoh had lifted his decree
and the people were free..Yet the Sea was
ripped..not split..with hidden urgen-cy..
In-sight arrives..counter-intuitive..yet
a Gift to us now.. in these modern times..

The Plagues dislodged those bits
but Illumination with vigor began
 erasure.. of human shadow and pain..
Thru our lenses..smart dual-frames..
we exhort:  Let that light shine..!
But then, surprising costs were 
made clear..life choices would vanish
 and our homes..neighborhood localities..
 disappear..our dimension thereby
quickly consumed by the Light..

So exit they must and depart very soon..
 Light need be dimmed and lives resume..
Thus..a departure elevated.. and 
a distant Mount found new Eyes...!

With appreciation to the City of Luz...!




Thursday, April 10, 2014

Electricity


Electricity

in your toes and in your eye lashes
then shifting elsewhere as you choose..
We direct our focus to ever present
electricity producing that glow and
in simultaneity attend to the doing and
to the noise of this moment..

With a postscript: can we remember
as we forget...?

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

4D Reality


4D Reality

Simple as this..?
As flatlanders experienced
the nonsensical unbelievable
and heretical third dimension..
Are we now evolved
after those eons to be surprised
that the Fourth has been here
all along awaiting each person's
unique discovery...?

A reset


A reset

Understanding finds joy..?
Perhaps the experience of joy
is only found in dawning understanding
that presence is real and available
to all in this moment..
Realizing is a reset
a tripping and a new dawn
of understanding that presence
stands aware and loving itself
and fills all with a pulsing joy...

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Sea of Light


Sea of Light

We might imagine
a Sea of Light..
Add our perceptions
of the teeming world
recognizing that these
compose our experience..
Perceptions declare:
out there is really in here
an experience of oneness
proposes we are light
with perceived footsteps
in the Sea of Light..
But really not quite...!

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Perennials


Perennials

Each religion
and each life
founded upon
this flow:

GroundofBeing
~
Awareness
~
Mindbodyworld
~
Return

Becoming this
in moments
remembered
is the only
Happiness...

Exposure


Exposure

Each day we mingle
with others who
amplify their presence..
broadcasters, newsmakers
watercooler storytellers..
How do we find ourselves
entering these amplifications..
And how is it when we 
are the amplifiers...

Dancing in the rain


Dancing in the rain

A short meditation..
The rain
encloses the dancer
becoming: raindancer..
The dancer
encloses the rain..
We let go 
Dancing in the rain
it ceases..resumes...

Friday, April 4, 2014

An impossible poem


An impossible poem

Our Awareness impossibly finds
presence and absence in play
and seems as shaping itself
but not yet separating into
clocks and towers and seashores..
Enter our minds to perform
this most special task and report:
Now we see..

But the report is swallowed
by our Awareness as proclaiming:
I alone am Aware..
So back to beginning and
finding our Awareness once more
presence and absence 
impossibly in play..
An impossible poem...?