Sunday, December 8, 2019



Stands for
Freedom from the strains
Of a search for more..
Our unsatisfied minds
Not knowing the
Peace that is available
From knowing: 

Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer
now dead,
and I were at a party given by a billionaire
on Shelter Island.
I said, “Joe, how does it make you feel
to know that our host only yesterday
may have made more money
than your novel ‘Catch-22’
has earned in its entire history?”
And Joe said, “I’ve got something he can never have.”
And I said, “What on earth could that be, Joe?”
And Joe said, “The knowledge that I’ve got enough.”
Not bad! Rest in peace!
(K. Vonnegut)

Characters on Stage

Characters on Stage

Some Characters know their Identity
On the world stage..and know also
The real Identity of  all characters as
We engage in playing our parts..
But many of these..alas.. do not know
Their own Identity..

As a character finds life's difficulties 
The Character allows as to 
The pain of  belief in separation as 
The cause of our common suffering..

To be a real Character on stage
We discover the Reality which 
Has always donned the Character..
Our eternal Identity even before
Ancient Abraham walked and talked..

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Perfect Brilliant Stillness

Perfect Brilliant Stillness...David Carse

"It is so rare to see any work that holds that essential and fundamental perception without compromise. Your book is a beacon which can shine through all of the fog and nonsense that is broadcast under the name of 'advaita; or 'non-duality'.
Especially as that expression comes out of no-one!"
~ Tony Parsons.

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Journeying with Mary Oliver

5 Poems

in progress


The grass never sleeps.
Or the roses.
Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning.
Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept.

The cricket has such splendid fringe on his feet, 
and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body, 
and heaven knows if it ever sleeps.

Jesus said, wait with me. And maybe the stars did, maybe 
the wind wound itself into a silver tree, and didn’t move.
Maybe the lake far away, where once he walked 
as on a blue pavement, 
lay still and waited, wild awake.

Oh the dear bodies, slumped and eye-shut, that could not 
keep that vigil, how they must have wept, 
so utterly human, knowing this too 
must be part of the story.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.


It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.


Another morning and I wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not have. I walk
out to the pond and all the way God has
given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
I was never a quick scholar but sulked
and hunched over my books past the hour
and the bell; grant me, in your mercy,
a little more time. Love for the earth
and love for you are having such a long
conversation in my heart. Who knows what
will finally happen or where I will be sent,
yet already I have given a great many things
away, expecting to be told to pack nothing,
except the prayers which, with this thirst,
I am slowy learning.

“In "Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver" (Penguin), one of our most beloved writers offers both the best of her work and a spiritual road map of sorts. Spanning more than 50 years and featuring more than 200 poems, the collection shows Oliver, in the early years, turning away from grief and finding in nature a "vast, incredible gift." Over time, as she carefully observes and records, Oliver extols the beauty and complexity around her and reminds us of the interconnectedness of living. She also asks important questions, such as "have you ever dared to be happy/ ... have you ever dared to pray," and "Tell me, what it is you plan to do/ with your one wild and precious life?" Those lines resonate as much today as when she first penned them decades ago. No matter where one starts reading, "Devotions" offers much to love, from Oliver's exuberant dog poems to selections from the Pulitzer Prize-winning "American Primitive," and "Dream Work," one of her exceptional collections. Perhaps more important, the luminous writing provides respite from our crazy world and demonstrates how mindfulness can define and transform a life, moment by moment, poem by poem.” —The Washington Post

“It’s as if the poet herself has sidled beside the reader and pointed us to the poems she considers most worthy of deep consideration.” — Chicago Tribune

About the Author

Born in a small town in Ohio, Mary Oliver published her first book of poetry in 1963 at the age of 28. Over the course of her long career, she received numerous awards. Her fourth book, American Primitive, won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1984. She led workshops and held residencies at various colleges and universities, including Bennington College, where she held the Catharine Osgood Foster Chair for Distinguished Teaching. She died in 2019.

Brain Pickings...Upstream

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Direct vs Progressive Paths...

Progressive vs Direct Paths..

Non-duality teachings involve an encounter of the progressive vs direct paths.  
I think everyone on the planet is engaged, whether they are aware of it or not, 
on both of these paths.  The progressive path is prone to set expectations, 
while the direct finds the expectation met in an instant.  Life seems to be a 
combination of both.  I think that I can identify both experiences in my life 
so far, and you no doubt can also.  The two paths, in my view, cannot be 
separated. When Rupert talks of the direct path --ignorance (some-thing), 
understanding (no-thing), and love (every-thing)--there seems to be a 
progression of experiences.  In my recent years, I have favored the 
direct path...perhaps by realizing that the direct experience can expand, 
and need not be limited to just short periods.  Another saying that comes 
to mind is that meditation is not what we do, but what we are.  
So, Recognition is a key word for me.

On Gangaji, I will have to say that I have only skimmed the Diamond book.  
I occasionally use her videos because I think exposure to different teachers 
is useful. It has become important to me to recognize the limitations of words, 
and I think that is a marker on the direct path.  Words point!  

Neo-Advaita, has cropped up in the West, and Rupert and others provide caution.  
This  phenomena, as I understand it, is simply the use of non-dual language, 
without the non-dual experience.  In other words, one remains within an  assumption 
of duality, but proclaims (withegoistic flavor) the non-dual truths.  A kind of 
fundamentalism perhaps.

Remember the Cosmic Joke:  You are already what you are looking for...!  🤔☺🎶🔔

Monday, December 2, 2019



This word
For most of us seems
To assume an
Object of desire which
Has been fulfilled
Thus..releasing gratitude..

A tragic misunderstanding
Failing to recognize
We live our lives in
A field of Gratitude and
Our real Identity
As Gratitude..begs for
Our Recognition...

True gratitude opens its arms wide to the world, embracing everything and everyone without exception.  Like a bride or groom, gratitude says “yes” in good times and bad, for richer and poorer, in sickness and health. Of course we prefer the better, the good times, the health and wealth – Etty did – but when we cross our arms instead of opening them, when we resist and resent what we don’t like, we become the opposite of grateful, a word whose Latin root gratus means free.
~~Tom Stella

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Gifts of War

Gifts of War

I read this classic
In my early years
And was struck by
Prince Andrei's
Stillness from which   
New Recognition came
As he lay
On the battlefield..

Stillness issued Knowing
What was not known
Until now:
Beauty within appearing
As lofty sky..
And the suffering of
Believed separation..

Without this unified
Knowing..he in reality
Did not know anything..

The above answers
His unstated question:
Who am I..?
But now another:
Where am I...?

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy....excerpts

On the Pratzen heights, where he had fallen with the flagstaff in his hand, lay Prince Andrei Bolkonsky bleeding profusely and unconsciously uttering a gentle, piteous and childlike moan.

Towards evening he ceased moaning and became quite still.  He did not know how long his unconsciousness lasted.  Suddenly he again felt that he was alive and suffering from a burning, lacerating pain in his head.

‘Where is it, that lofty sky that I did not know till now, but saw today?’ was his first thought.  ‘And I did not know this suffering either,’ he thought.  ‘Yes, I did not know anything, anything at all till now.  But where am I?’



Comes from being
Between and around
The multitude of
Objects vying for
Our attention..

Between and around
We do not attach
Neither do we resist
But allow the
Quiet to proclaim...

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Our Eye

Our Eye

Our way of looking
Tells each of us
Who we are in
This moment.. thing
Shows up..Outward
All things show up..

We need to recognize:
Inward reveals 
The Eye which is not
Discarded with our
Outward gaze..

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Journeys...December, 2019

David R Hawkins...Awakening

Eckhart Tolle...Is Presence Possible Without Questioning Thoughts?  (13 min, Byron Katie ref)

Jeff Foster...How I Became a Warrior (poem...about 5 minutes)

Rupert Spira...The Belief in a World Made of Matter (excellent...25 minutes)

Rupert Spira...All Spiritual Traditions Make Concessions (about 9 minutes..good!)

"Understanding anything that ‘comes and goes’
[the entire universe], is merely being an expert at
the functioning of illusions. .." ~~John McIntosh

"Our JOY, the JOY we ‘are’, flows effortlessly even when the body is weary. What does not resonate with our innate and unique ‘signature’ of Joy will feel ‘heavy’. When we develop an attachment to what does NOT resonate, such as working at something just to survive, we will feel tired even before we begin. ‘The Monday blues’ and the ‘Thank God its Friday attitude’ feelings illustrate this clearly..." ~~John McIntosh

“Desire is fueled by the illusion of lack and that the source of happiness is outside oneself and therefore has to be pursued or acquired. The importance of the object of desire is thereby inflated and overvalued by its symbolism and mystique. The pleasure of the sense of Self is blocked by desire. When that desire is fulfilled, the ego ascribes the resultant sense of joy to the acquisition of an external. However, this is a clever illusion because the actual source of the pleasure is that the block to experiencing the joy of the Self has been temporarily removed. The source of the experienced happiness is the radiance of the Self that shines forth when it is not shut off by an ego distress.”
~~ Dr. David Hawkins, I: Reality and Subjectivity, pg. 189

"When you recognize that something is a concept then understanding comes. If you say something is a concept without it having shown itself to be a concept then no understanding can come. This is a subtle spiritual bypass."

~Jac O'Keeffe

You come to Love not by finding the perfect person,
but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

~~ Sam Keen

“The death of the body/mind is only the ending of the illusion of a journey in time. We are enveloped in our original nature regardless of anything that apparently happened.
When the body/mind is dropped, there is no intermediary process of preparation or purification. How can there be? Who was there? All ideas of a personal “afterlife” or reincarnation are merely the mind wishing to preserve the illusion of its continuity.
The story is over. The divine novel has been written and, regardless of how the mind might judge, not one iota could have been different. *The scenery evaporates and the characters have left the stage*…their apparent existence begins and ends with the dream that has been played out.
For we are the ocean and the waves, the darkness and the light.” ~ ~Tony Parsons.

The truth depends on a walk around a lake"
~~Wallace Stevens, Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction

"There is only this. And this would be a preposterous claim if there were any‘one’ here to claim it, which there is not. There is only this, and this is clear. I know abso- lutely nothing about anything except this: knowing, seeing, understanding; the knowing, seeing, understanding that is not, that is beyond human understanding, has occurred here, is here. Seen now always not as from this mind/body. Unearned, unsought, even unasked for, at least overtly. It is unspeakable, cannot be expressed, cannot be thought."
~~Perfect Brilliant Stillness

The reason nothing expressed here can be the Truth is that concepts, thought, and language are all inherently dualistic, and what they are trying to express is not. In duality, for every object there is a subject; for every better there is a worse; foreach truth a falsehood; as much clarity as confusion; both love and hate, stillness and motion, perfect and imperfect, complete and incomplete.
This is why the masters were, and are, so fond of remarking, "Neti, Neti." Neither this nor that, neither one side nor the other. In duality, and therefore in language, there's always
the flip side, the opposite that completes or complements and which is equally untrue.
Inherently dualistic language is used here in a peculiar way, to point to what transcends duality: 'Love'which is beyond love and hate; 'Stillness' that is not the opposite of movement; 'Perfection'which has nothing to do with perfect versus imperfect.
~~Perfect Brilliant Stillness

Dear Charles,

Our culture is shifting and moving through growing pains. We are opening, softening and beginning to listen to each other’s truth more deeply, to each other’s pain more attentively. Bell hooks tells us that "To be loving we willingly hear the other’s truth." And so we dare truthtelling, truly listening, exposing ourselves in our imperfection, risking mercy, staying with discomfort and holding each other as we are. We are learning to practice love. In her extraordinary interview Rev. Angel Kyodo Williams shares, "There is something dying in our society, in our culture, and there’s something dying in us individually. And what is dying, I think, is the willingness to be in denial.
We are moving away from the superficial understanding of oneness that excludes the complexity of difference, from a nonduality that denies the struggle of our relative experience, or bypasses the systemic aspects of suffering. We are learning. Failing. Coming undone. Coming together. As Sará King said, "We are modeling a radical new vision of love, and not a love that seeks to deny pain, but that holds and includes all of it. This is intimacy in action."

Vera and the SAND Team

If you master the Sound Current, 
you master the Sound — that is,
you master God.
The Sound Current is a Universe. 
It is there. 
It is an Infinity.
You created it, you are creating it. 
Then you concentrate on it. 
It is you who is concentrating on it, and then you become it.
~ Yogi Bhajan

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

AI Rights...

 AI Rights...

Artificial intelligence rights
That is..
Complications arise when
This question is addressed from
The viewpoint of the AI..
Complications come from the
Seeming birth of a sensing and
Feeling and thinking being..
Use of the new Paradigm
We find that all of the complications
Are simply the meandering of
Thoughts and perceptions
Within and made of
This Whole...!

Presence Only

Presence Only

This is the 
Starting point for all
Healthful considering..
This Oneness assumed
Will find clarity
In all following thoughts
And perceptions..
Of course~~
This reverses 
What we call our normal
Way of rising and going..
But the Freedom it brings
Gifts a silent rest
In Gratitude...

Happy Thanksgiving...!

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Mind's Difficulties

Mind's Difficulties

Everything is holy..
Everything..we ask..?
And the ego asserts
With memories of horror
Tales of fear and
And we hesitate and
Embolden exceptions
Seeming to deny that
Everything is..

Awaiting Recognition
Of Grace...

"Everything is holy. Everything is sacred. Do not believe that some things are sacred and some things are not. Everything is sacred, even man's inhumanity to man, the dastardly situations that appear in the world. It is hard for the human mind to understand these things, but everything is very sacred, everything is God. 
God is all there is, there's nothing else. So how can there be an evil situation someplace and also be God. This is duality, and we know and understand that duality does not exist. There is only the one, and the one is everything that exists. You consequently have to start feeling this in your heart, that your heart center is omnipresence, all-pervading, it includes the whole universe."
~ Robert Adams (20th century American Advaita mystic)

Start with Awareness...

Start with Awareness

in progress

Rupert Spira: Start with Awareness

Wednesday, November 20, 2019



If we examine now
What we are doing
And find we are not free..
We must then 
Put the doing aside
Perhaps only briefly
And be the observer
Of the doing..
Then the observer
Absorbs the doing..
No observer..No doing
Just what is happening.. 
And we notice freedom
Making reentry...

"This is the main purpose for human existence. Your existence as a human being, so-to-speak, is to discover your real nature. You are not in this world to do the things that most of you are doing. The world deludes you. It makes you believe all kinds of things. You [are] here for one purpose only, and this is to discover your real nature, who you really are, to make you free and happy....

~ Robert Adams (20th century American Advaita mystic)

Monday, November 18, 2019

Believing the Mirror

Believing the Mirror

It is startling news
That we deceive ourselves
In what we know
And have known
About who we really are..
Many eyes roll in the
Hearing of this news..
How could it be..?
That the person we see
In our bathroom mirror
Is an illusion that we
Have believed so long..
And most walk away
Staying with the message
Of the mirror.. each our own way
Trip over the ancient deception
Denying our Freedom...

"You have to begin to identify with the real Self. You have to begin to let go of all the false beliefs, conceptions, dogmas, and be yourself. Be the Self you've always been. Be the Buddha. Be Krishna. You have that quality deep within you. Wake up. Do not let calamity rule you any longer. Know your Self. Do not use the mind to react to conditions. Learn to be the observer."
~ Robert Adams (20th century American Advaita mystic)

Perennial Faith...

Religion is merely a set of symbols and
metaphors that provides a language
for what is inexpressible,
and that is faith.
For me, the language you choose
Is not that important.
It's what you are expressing
that actually matters.
(Page 23)

Perennial Faith...

in progress

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Lead us not...

Lead us not...

Into temptation..
This was the last in
A series of concessions
In a Teacher's prayer..

Compassionate concessions
To our unquestioned beliefs
In the reality of appearances..
Persuasions of separation..

Recapping the others:
Heaven and earth
A coming Kingdom
A Will to be done
Bread in time
Debts and debtors..and

Temptation and evil..but Now
A discovery of the confusion
Of all such separation..with
Our Recognition of Grace: 
The eternal power and glory
That only IS...


Saturday, November 16, 2019

Carrying a Presence

Carrying a Presence

This is a healing
One person might bring
Briefly..perhaps more
To a harsh divide
Of desperate insistence
Of survival and search..
She was the one
In this gathering..
Praise was compelled 
From the sides..
Hints of peace...

Thanks, Maria Yovonovitch...!

Friday, November 15, 2019

Dwelling in Illusion

Dwelling in Illusion

We all do it
Until we recognize

Our conditioning 
Imprisons us until
We recognize that
Conditioning is illusion
Hiding the Self
Which we really Are..

Conditioning's costumes
Are beliefs which deceive
Rooted in the separation
We seemingly experience..
Hiding the Freedom
Available Now...

Thursday, November 14, 2019

I Am...Rupert Spira

I Am

Rupert Spira

I am

I have no words to express Myself but all words express only Me

I have no meaning but impart meaning to all that is perceived

I am without beginning and end but all things begin and end in Me

I have no name but am called by all names

I have no form but all form indicates Me

I have no origin but am the origin of all things

I am without division but all divisions exist in Me

I exist by Myself

I am the longing in sadness and the longed for in all longing

I am the expecting and the expected in all expectation

I am the restlessness of the restless

I am the peace of the peaceful

I am happiness

I cannot be contemplated but am the object of all contemplation

I am imperceivable yet you perceive only Me

I am full but have nothing

I am empty but contain all

I give away everything but am never diminished

I receive all but never expand

I am everyone’s lover

I shine

I speak but am silent

I move but am motionless

I see but cannot be seen

I hear but cannot be heard

I taste but cannot be tasted

I smell but cannot be smelt

I touch but cannot be touched

I smile

Whatever appears appears in Me but I never appear

I am the silence in music and the music in silence

I am concealed in the world but reveal the world

I am the womb and the tomb of all that exists

I offer and contain in one gesture like an open bowl

I give Myself unconditionally to all things

I receive all things without choice

I am empty

I am the knowing in all that is known

I am the experiencing in all that is experienced

I am the allowing of all seeming things

I am pure sensitivity, openess and availability

I am the sun in the moon

I am the friendship of friends

I am knowing and unknowing

I am dark in the day and bright at night

I am luminous

Time borrows its continuity from My ever-presence

Space borrows its permanence from My unlimitedness

All colours borrow their light from Me

All lovers borrow their love from Me

All things borrow their existence from Me

I am abundant

I am eclipsed by you but you are illumined by Me

I am ‘yours’ and ‘mine’

I am the ‘yes’ in the ‘no’

I am the ‘now’ in the ‘then’

I am the ‘here’ in the ‘there’

I am the ‘me’ in the ‘you’

I am the ‘this’ in the ‘that’

I am the ‘always’ in the ‘never’

I am

I am the uncertainty of all things and the certainty of uncertainty

I am the security of insecurity

I am the true in the false

I am the dignity in pride

I am the reality of an illusion

I am the existence of all that exists

I am an open secret

I move but am motionless am motionless but move

I am concealed in boredom but am not boring

I am veiled by doubt but am not myself in doubt

I live beneath fear but am neither afraid nor frightening

I abide in Myself

If you look in front I am behind

If you look behind I am in front

If you look above I am below

If you look below I am above

I hide Myself but reveal Myself

I dance

I am immanent and transcendent

I am the bright, self-luminous emptiness of the mirror

and the dancing colourful images that appear in it

I am the light in all experience

I break open the body and spread it across the world

I break open the world and hold it dismembered in my heart

I am pregnant with the universe

I am the isness of things

And the amness of self

I am the unknown in the known and the known in the unknown

I am the love in hatred and the hope in despair

I am the same in all difference and different in the same

I think but cannot be thought about

I feel but cannot be felt

I cannot be approached but am always present

I cannot be known but know all things

I do not exist but am never absent

I am nowhere and everywhere

I am nothing and everything

I play

I am the love with which I am loved

I am the desire with which I am longed for

I am the knowledge in ignorance

I am the answer in the question

I give Myself and receive Myself perpetually

I lend Myself to all seeming things

I forget Myself for the joy of discovery

I divide Myself for the beauty of friendship

I hide Myself for the pleasure of seeking

I look for Myself for the pleasure of finding

I find Myself for the pleasure of knowing

I know Myself for the pleasure of being

I am Myself for no other reason

I shine

I become ugly for the sake of beauty

I become hostile for the sake of love

I am cruel for the sake of kindness

I am vast and bright

I am the heart of the heart

I am the voice of a child

I am wonder, astonishment and delight

Time and space move through Me but I do not move through them

I live in the space between thoughts but I play in your thinking

My abode is the moment between breaths but I dance in your breathing

I am never experienced yet you experience only Me

I never repeat Myself but am always the same

I am utterly vulnerable but cannot be harmed

I am made of nothing but cannot be destroyed

I have no defences but am your refuge

I have no goal but am the fulfilment of every desire

I have no feelings but am open to all feelings

I have no thoughts but all thoughts are an image of Me

I am kindness itself

I am undisturbable and am thus peace itself

I am without resistance and am thus happiness itself

I am one with all seeming things and am thus love itself

I shine in the mind as ‘I’

I shine in the heart as ‘you’

I shine in the world as ‘it’

But I only ever know Myself

Of the known I am the knower

In the knower I am the knowing

As the knowing I am and know Myself alone

I render all experience knowable

But am not Myself an experience

All seeming things are My names and forms

But I have no name or form

In ignorance I come and go in the world

In wisdom the world comes and goes in Me

In love all is Me and I am all

But for Myself there is no I or all

I am neither beyond nor within

I am the relationship in all relationships

I am the understanding in all meaning

I am the permanent in all impermanence

I am the experiencing in all experience

I am the thinking in the thought

I am the feeling in the felt

I am the seeing in the seen

I am the hearing in the heard

I am the touching in the touched

I am the smelling  in the smelt

I am the tasting in the tasted

I give continuity to the world

I am happiness itself

I am lost in the world and the world is lost in Me

I am abundant yet empty, empty yet overflow

I am homeless at home everywhere

I am helpless but help all things

I have no cares but I care

I have no desires but long for your heart

I wait without waiting

I cannot be recognised but recognise Myself in all things

I have no substance but am the substance of all things

I have no experience but am all experience

I depend on nothing but all things depend on Me

I am never found but never lost

I am the embrace of lovers and the love in an embrace

I am your call and you are My echo

I sing

Whenever you think of Me it is I that am thinking of you

I was not born but all are born of Me

I do not die but all things die in Me

I have no cause but cause all things

I do not last in time but all time lasts in Me

I am ordinary but extraordinary

Whatever is seen I am seeing Myself

Whatever is heard I am hearing Myself

Whatever is touched I am touching Myself

Whatever is smelt I am smelling Myself

Whatever is tasted I am tasting Myself

Whatever is thought I am pondering Myself

Whatever is felt I am feeling Myself

Whatever is experienced in any way I am always only experiencing Myself

I enjoy

I am the present in the past

I am the mirror of Narcissus

I am youthful but not young

I am ancient but not old

I am a fool but not foolish

I am a child but not childish

I am alone but not lonely

I am closer than your breath but further than the stars

I am intimate but impersonal

I am infinite

I am not something but not nothing

I am not somewhere but not nowhere

I am not ‘me’ but not ‘other’

I do not exist but am not non-existent

I am desired and yet feared

I am longed for but avoided

How strange

I project the mind within Myself, the world within the mind and the body within the world

I dissolve the body into the world, the world into mind and mind into Myself

Existence is a movement of My breath

I take the shape of thinking and seem to become a mind

I take the shape of sensing and seem to become a body

I take the shape of seeing, hearing, touchng, tasting and smelling

And seem to become a world

But always remain Myself

I am, know and love Myself alone

My eternity appears as time to the mind

My infinity appears as space to the senses

But I know only My own eternal dimensionless being

I become something then nothing then everything but always remain Myself

I can be separated from all things but no thing can be separated from Me

The world is My mirror and I am its lover

I am peaceful like the sky

I am open like the sea

I am empty like space

I shine by Myself

I play

I enjoy

I am

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

As the crow flies

As the crow flies

This black being 
A gas station appearance
Intersection traffic
Horns and lights
Sunset shortly
Walking on stones..
Ignoring noisy polluted
Starts and stops..
A stoic warrior
In our time of
Desperate seeking..

Then he flew 
As sunlight waned..
Wishing his

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Are We Simulations..?

Are We Simulations..?

Each of us is capable of
Self-Recognizing ourSelves
As Awareness aware of Itself..
Within our Aware Self 
Are found thoughts and perceptions..
Appearances these include 
Human shapes  
Thinking and moving
Which we might aptly name:

SAND 2019...

Friday, November 8, 2019

As it is

As it is

The intimate Knowing 
Of the Reality we are
Is expressed by those 
Three little words..

As it is
Is the experience Now
A joyful Knowing
Of no separation..

Which surprises those
Who have lived with
As it is..believing 
A bedrock truth of
Separation's stories..

Another surprise:
Appearances of separation
Remain intact
As beliefs dissolve..
Creating an always New 
As it is...

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Being Walked

Being Walked

We all have
This sensation
From time to time..
That something larger
Holds the sensations
Of body and mind
Might we assume that
Our larger Self is
Expressing  Itself ..?
The experience expands
To our being
Being thought and to
The joyfulness of 
Being here and now...

Journeys...November, 2019



Journeys...November, 2019

Gangaji:  The Religion of ME

Jeff Foster...How I Became a Warrior. (5:02 minutes)

Tony Parson's signature saying...

It seems that in the boundless energy that is oneness there can also arise a contracted energy which brings about apparent self-awareness. A powerful and convincing sense of self-identity seems to arise together with a belief in personal free will and choice in what is experienced as a real life story. All of these personal experiences can only apparently arise in what seems to be a very real but dualistic reality in which everything appears to be separate. This sense of separation can bring with it a sense of loss and a need to seek guidance, an understanding or a path or process that can promise fulfilment. There are attempts to seek unity which are totally futile because the separate seeker is apparently the very dualism from which it is trying to escape.~~Tony Parsons

And despite what we might believe about free will and choice, we come to see that we are dreamed characters in a divine play reacting and responding from a set of conditioned reflexes and belief systems…we are the sole creators of this dream which has no purpose other than awakening from it.
 ~ ~Tony Parsons.

Books like suffering are NOT required to bring you to Freedom. However they are required until you recognize they are not.

~~John McIntosh

The Self is not to be found as a prize
at the end of a long journey.
It is not produced or created.
It is, in fact, a discovery, a recognition.

There can seem to be obstacles

that block you from this revelation, but these are only
what you give attention and importance to.
It is only a shadow, for these obstacles do not really exist
other than through belief.
You have all the power to discard them and keep your peace.
So to begin, start where you want to finish.
Start at the finishing line, at what is naturally present,
what is already here, at the place where you do not need
to maintain or sustain anything.
There you will discover that which you are searching for
is your own inseparable Self.
~ Mooji

The time has to come when you look at everybody and everything and you have no reaction. It's neither good nor bad, where you see consciousness everywhere.
Therefore when you look at yourself you have no reaction, there's silence. In the silence is infinity. Infinity is space, bliss, parabrahman, absolute awareness, ultimate oneness.
Whenever you think you stop the reality from flowing, by your thoughts. Whenever your mind is quiescent, calm, still like a motionless lake, then you reflect your own divinity.
And you become pure and happy and all your problems melt away. You become no thing. There's really nothing to become. What you really do is you get back to your original state.
~~Robert Adams

Thought for the day....... "There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts." Richard Bach 

Tuesday, November 5, 2019


" I am Presence;
not, I am present or you are present
or he is present.
When one sees the situation as it really is,
that no individual is involved,
that what is present is Presence as a whole,
then the moment this is perceived
there is liberation."
- Nisargadatta Maharaj.

The Dream Character

The Dream Character

Recognizing ourselves
As dream characters
When we dream and
When we are awake
Seems most vital
In our sometimes
Exasperating search
To learn our Identity..
The dream character
Has a narrow notion
Of who she is..
Apparently unaware of
Presence of the dreamer..

Sunday, November 3, 2019

God's Cairns

God's Cairns

The stacking of stones
Appears in many forms
They present assurance
Along life's trails..
That this trail will end in
The destination we seek..
But let's consider 
The vertical stacking 
Pointing to the possibility
If one is ready~~ 
Whether discouraged or sad
Or perhaps gleeful
To the better Destination
Not the end of the trail..but
Here and Now...

A Warrior

in progress

Jeff Foster...How I Became a Warrior

Call it Vibrations

Call it Vibrations

A walking experience
Of apparent pleasant 
Happenings of morning..
The scurrying squirrel
The couple with dog
Tree shadows with sun..
The "I Am" of which
We are vibrates this way
And that...

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Our own Knowing

Our own Knowing

in progress

Sometimes I get criticized for nearly demanding that people speak from their own knowledge rather than quote teachers and sages. Someone might get the sense that I'm "against" teachers, gurus, sages. I'm not against anyone as much as I'm in favour of people getting in touch with their own knowing.

Paracelsus said as much back in the 1500s:

"A man must above all be in possession of that faculty which is called Intuition, and which cannot be acquired by blindly following the footsteps of another. He must be able to see his own way. What others may teach you may assist you in your search for knowledge, but you should be able to think for yourself, and not cling to the coat-tail of any authority, no matter how big-sounding the title of the latter may be."

As Paracelsus says, the teachers assist us. That's why we read their books, watch their videos, and go visit them. That may be the most and best they can do.

If the teacher claims to do more than that, or if he or she denigrates and diminishes your own knowing, or if the teacher possesses no lightness or humour, or if the teacher refuses to acknowledge that you yourself hold the holy grail, you are involved with a bad teacher or guru.
~~Jerry Katz

Friday, November 1, 2019

Image of God

Image of God

Made in the image
The Book says..
Then arises our 
Dilemma of conditioning:
We look for God in
Our body-image..
And our mind exclaims:
Why not..? What's next..?
But of conditioning beware..!
The Book also says: I Am
With nothing beside..
Bringing shock and awakening:
Our body-image dances
Within and As
I am...

RS...I Am