Thursday, April 9, 2020

the end of my search..

the end of my search..

in progress

"Throughout the earth there are ancient forms, forms incorruptible and eternal; any one of them could be the symbol I sought. A mountain could be the speech of the god, or a river or the empire or the configuration of the stars. But in the process of the centuries the mountain is leveled and the river will change its course, empires experience mutilation and havoc and the configuration of the stars varies. There is change in the firmament. The mountain and the star are individuals and individuals perish. I sought something more tenacious, more invulnerable. I thought of the generations of cereals, of grasses, or birds, of men. Perhaps the magic would be written on my face, perhaps I myself was the end of my search.”

- Jorge Luis Borges (1899 - 1986)
Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

Wednesday, April 8, 2020



The experience of
"I Am" ..alone
Without encumbrances
Indeed is.. the
Encumbrances are shed
In the experience of
An eternal flame
Consumes all beliefs
In separation..
Allowing our walking
Walking Free today
And in all our days...

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

The Jellyfish (after Ursula K. Le Guin)

"Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it. Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish hangs and sways; pulses move slight and quick within it, as the vast diurnal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial creature, it has for its defense the violence and power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will.

But here rise the stubborn continents. The shelves of gravel and the cliffs of rock break from water baldly into air, that dry, terrible outerspace of radiance and instability, where there is no support for life. And now, now the currents mislead and the waves betray, breaking their endless circle, to leap up in loud foam against rock and air, breaking....

What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?"

- Ursula K. Le Guin (1929 - 2018)
The Lathe of Heaven

Monday, April 6, 2020

The still point...(with T.S. Eliot)

The polarities are playing
Until we inquire
And find only
the still point..
We are the still point
And the still point
Is dancing when
We  are on our stage...

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Quantum Perseption...

Quantum Perception..

Scientists report on
Their experiences in
And they demonstrate the
Priority of perception in
Their surprising findings..
They find appearances 
Corresponding to who 
They are..Surprise..?
Yes..Unless we are attuned 
To a new  Identity..
That when recognized
Knows only the appearance 
Of things...

"Quantum objects present us with a choice of languages, but it’s too easily forgotten that this is precisely what it is: a struggle to formulate the right words, not a description of the reality behind them. Quantum objects are not sometimes particles and sometimes waves, like a football fan changing her team allegiance according to last week’s results. Quantum objects are what they are, and we have no reason to suppose that ‘what they are’ changes in any meaningful way depending on how we try to look at them. Rather, all we can say is that what we measure sometimes looks like what we would expect to see if we were measuring discrete little ball-like entities, while in other experiments it looks like the behavior expected of waves of the same kind as those of sound travelling in air, or that wrinkle and swell on the sea surface. So the phrase ‘wave–particle duality’ doesn’t really refer to quantum objects at all, but to the interpretation of experiments – which is to say, to our human-scale view of things."

-  Philip Ball (1962 - )
Beyond Weird

Friday, April 3, 2020

Shadow of Doubt


The lesson now for
All traditions
Religious and seems..
Is that beliefs and practices
Which you have fostered 
So long..always carry their
Shadow of Doubt..

Our own experience tells us
Why this is so..
Beliefs and practices live
In the realm of our minds
Cast in separation modes..
Replacing mind with Mind 
Yes..Drops the shadow...

The difference between doubt and negativity is great. They look alike; on the surface they have the same color, but deep down the difference is unbridgeable. First, doubt is not negativity; neither is it positivity.
Doubt is an open mind, without any prejudice. It is an inquiring approach.


Thursday, April 2, 2020

A Stretch of Land. (with Barry Lopez)

A Stretch of Land

When our mind is aware
Of a stretch of land
A map comes forth in
Many variations
Of measurement and
Maps are masks which
We do not recognize
Until a nagging something
Asks what can be known
By removing the mask...

"Whatever evaluation we finally make of a stretch of land, however, no matter how profound or accurate, we will find it inadequate. The land retains an identity of its own, still deeper and more subtle than we can know. Our obligation toward it then becomes simple: to approach with an uncalculating mind, with an attitude of regard. To try to sense the range and variety of its expression—its weather and colors and animals. To intend from the beginning to preserve some of the mystery within it as a kind of wisdom to be experienced, not questioned. And to be alert for its openings, for that moment when something sacred reveals itself within the mundane, and you know the land knows you are there."
- Barry Lopez (1945 - )
Arctic Dreams

Silent Friend. (Rainer Maria Rilke)

"Silent friend of many distances, feel
how your breath enlarges all of space.
Let your presence ring out like a bell
into the night. What feeds upon your face

grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered.
Move through transformation, out and in.
What is the deepest loss that you have suffered?
If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wine.

In this immeasurable darkness, be the power
that rounds your senses in their magic ring,
the sense of their mysterious encounter.

And if the earthly no longer knows your name,
whisper to the silent earth: I’m flowing.
To the flashing water say: I am."

- Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926)

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Quarantined Joy. (Cell 54...Anwar Sadat)

Quarantined Joy

(Below is a wonderful writing about Sadat's
Recognition of his conditions which
most consider quite difficult..He says his
Cell 54 experience was the happiest time
of his life.)

The possibility lives 
That we might Recognize the reality
Or better..the Reality..of our lives..
While in cells..
Some find their Reality
A Reality of Happiness..of Joy..
When the material universe outside
Is denied..attention hesitates but
Reverses in a way not before find the Treasure
Of all our searching heretofore...

In Cell 54, I could only be my own companion, day and night, and it was only natural that I should come to know that ‘self’ of mine. I had never had such a chance before, preoccupied as I had been with work in the army and with politics, and hurried along by the constant stream of life.

Now in the complete solitude of Cell 54, when I had no links at all with the outside world—not even newspapers or a radio—the only way in which I could break my loneliness was, paradoxically, to seek the companionship of that inner entity I call ‘self’ …

Through that feeling which came to be an indivisible part of my very being (and which, though unconsciously, remained with me all my life), I was able to transcend the confines of time and place. Spatially, I did not live in a four-walled cell but in the entire universe …

Inside Cell 54, as my material needs grew increasingly less, the ties which had bound me to the natural world began to be severed, one after another. My soul, having jettisoned its earthly freight, was freed and took off like a bird soaring into space, into the furthest regions of existence, into infinity …
~~Anwar el-Sadat, In Search of Identity

For more see:

Common Sense..

We've heard the saying
Common sense is not
Too common..
What is the wisdom contained..?
The wisdom is hidden
As the wisdom displayed
Is the wisdom of the street
Of the hustle and bustle 
In the lives we have known..
The common wisdom lies
Elsewhere..though it is close..
What is common is the Presence
In which any lessor wisdom is
Unmasked as flitting thought..
Presence is our only
Common Sense...!

John Butler...Use your common sense



These are days
Of pungent experience..
A virus in shadow makes
Fearful appearance in
Our perceptions and 
Appearances have gone viral
And fill our days..
Until..we stand back
Witnessing our entanglement..
And as we disentangle for 
Just one Recognize
OurSelf as..Unentangled...

In a darkened crevice..

In a darkened crevice
Between rugged rocks
We sometimes find
An emerging voice..
Light and shadow
With fragile connection
Seem to claim the
Story of difference..
And if we stay with
The we depart
Walking away from the
Crevice..we may be 
Hailed to return..
Return to an inner place
Which dissolves the
Difference..and reveals
The Beauty we missed
As we walked away...

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Religions of habit..

Religions of habit..

The simplicity
Of the Teaching
Amazes and brings
Skepticism.. is asked
Was this not found
many eons ago..?
A legitimate query
From our habitual
Yet..each of us 
Might set our habitual
Religion aside
At any time or place
And recognize 
Under our habits
What we have sought
For our own eons...

Sunday, March 29, 2020


If I do not
Stop writing
The Truth which
I wish to express
Is more and more
Might I stop now
And allow the 
Dimming light to
Remain as glimmer..?
Or might a few 
Words more
Serve to cleanse
What is already

"Eye cannot see It,
Tongue cannot utter It,
Mind cannot grasp It.
There is no way to
learn or to teach It.
It is different from the known,
Beyond the unknown.
In this all the ancient masters agree."

- Upanishads

Thursday, March 26, 2020


Is our sacred name
Which each of us
Without deviation
Call ourselves..
Life's solitary aim
Is to discover what
We "I"..
Unease as Grace
Creeps in when we
Constrict our meaning
As most of us are
Wont to we
Burden ourselves to
Locate out there the
Why of our unease..
Unending it seems
Until the moment
We unravel as the 
Peace I Am...

~~Charles Coon

"I have called you by name; you are Mine!"
(Isaiah 43:1)

Tuesday, March 24, 2020


Sonnet CXVI (116)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
     If this be error and upon me proved,
     I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Monday, March 23, 2020



We live our lives
Each day with assumptions
That the "out there"
Reveals what we need to know..
This is the assumption of centuries..
It comes as a surprise
When we are told that
"Out there" actually veils the
Reality which when recognized
Will bring us Peace...

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Dark clouds of evening..

Dark clouds of evening..

This is our Chance
To face those dark clouds
Of evening..
We must not flee..not now
Not this evening..
Not look for distractions..
Can we just allow 
Those clouds to be for a
While..and when ready
With courage..enter their
Darkness..and find what
We have found before
In forgotten times: a sprig
Of spring Light...


Dear Charles,

Francesca Rotondella has posted a new message on the discussion board for Rupert's event, Seven Day 'Retreat at Home' - Online .

Today’s prayer:

“Being immersed in You, may I be free of desires for anything other than what is; may I be utterly filled with delight, considering everything and every being I encounter to be only You.”

Utpala Deva’s Garland of Hymns to Shiva

Rupert Spira’s rendition:

“Abiding in and as myself alone, I, awareness, have no desire for anything other than what is and, as a result, knowing everything that arises as my own activity, I am utterly full of peace and quiet joy.”



by Rumi

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You are covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you have died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

Friday, March 20, 2020

We are lulled..

We are lulled..

Perhaps we are to learn
That the chaos of the world
Is always here and now..
Events..that is thoughts and
Perceptions..if we closely assess
Arise unexpected in what
We know as ourself..
We are lulled in times which
Seem to be linear..all smoothly
Connected by thought..

Do we then learn that thought
Only supplies connections
Allowing belief in control..
The Real connections lie in
The infinite and eternal
Here and Now...

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Witness Videos..

Rupert:  The Witness Video Log 5 (excellent non-duality introduction)

Pandemic dreams..

Pandemic dreams..

A spreading of 
Pandemic uneasiness
And my dream projected
Familiar faces in 
Unfamiliar places and a
Dream insistence that 
This is not a dream..
At least..not this time..not
These circumstances..however
Then the waking shock that
This dream too..was a dream..
I had been fooled once more..

Suspicions have arisen 
In times past..that our joys 
And sufferings..are short
Stories..entering and leaving..
Scripts for the character we
Seem to might the
Pandemic be the story last..finds us in
Serious discover
The Dreamer within...?

(characters in dream:  Curt D,
golfing with Bud, hole in snow!)

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Social Distancing

Social Distancing

There is fear
Planted by closeness..
By warnings posted in
The world without..
Closeness they say
Will be sharing of a
Microscopic terrorist
Lurking in our breath
Poised to leap when
The distance is right..

Is this admonition 
Begging a turn inward to
Locate that place 
Which is not a place
Where distance dissolves
In a newfound Calm...?

Tuesday, March 17, 2020



That which is All
(That which we Are)
Wrinkles and shapes
OurSelf into all those
Appearances which
Decorate our world..
Larger wrinkles are
Time and space which
Seem to house all
Wrinkles appearing..
We need to engage
Quickly with wrinkles
For a hot iron is now
Plugged and ready...!

Monday, March 16, 2020

Gaze at the Light. (Rumi)



"Know the world from end to end is a mirror;
in each atom a hundred suns are concealed.
If you pierce the heart of a single drop of water,
from it will flow a hundred clear oceans;
if you look intently at each speck of dust,
in it you will see a thousand beings.
A gnat in its limbs is like an elephant;
in name a drop of water resembles the Nile.
In the heart of a barleycorn
is stored a hundred harvests.
Within a millet-seed a world exists.
In an insects wing is an ocean of life.
A heaven is concealed in the pupil of an eye.
The core at the center of the heart is small,
yet the Lord of both worlds will enter there."

- Mahmud Shabistari (1288 - 1340)

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Intense Individuality (with John Muir)

Intense Individuality

Brain Pickings...

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. One fancies a heart like our own must be beating in every crystal and cell, and we feel like stopping to speak to the plants and animals as friendly fellow mountaineers. Nature as a poet, an enthusiastic workingman, becomes more and more visible the farther and higher we go; for the mountains are fountains — beginning places, however related to sources beyond mortal ken.

Later that summer, as he makes his way to Tuolumne Meadow in eastern Yosemite, Muir is reanimated with this awareness of the exquisite, poetic interconnectedness of nature, which transcends individual mortality. In a sentiment evocative of Rachel Carson’s lyrical assertion that “the lifespan of a particular plant or animal appears, not as drama complete in itself, but only as a brief interlude in a panorama of endless change,” Muir writes:

One is constantly reminded of the infinite lavishness and fertility of Nature — inexhaustible abundance amid what seems enormous waste. And yet when we look into any of her operations that lie within reach of our minds, we learn that no particle of her material is wasted or worn out. It is eternally flowing from use to use, beauty to yet higher beauty; and we soon cease to lament waste and death, and rather rejoice and exult in the imperishable, unspendable wealth of the universe, and faithfully watch and wait the reappearance of everything that melts and fades and dies about us, feeling sure that its next appearance will be better and more beautiful than the last.

The universe would be incomplete without man; but it would also be incomplete without the smallest transmicroscopic creature that dwells beyond our conceitful eyes and knowledge… The fearfully good, the orthodox, of this laborious patchwork of modern civilization cry “Heresy” on every one whose sympathies reach a single hair’s breadth beyond the boundary epidermis of our own species. Not content with taking all of earth, they also claim the celestial country as the only ones who possess the kind of souls for which that imponderable empire was planned.

This star, our own good earth, made many a successful journey around the heavens ere man was made, and whole kingdoms of creatures enjoyed existence and returned to dust ere man appeared to claim them. After human beings have also played their part in Creation’s plan, they too may disappear without any general burning or extraordinary commotion whatever.

No dogma taught by the present civilization seems to form so insuperable an obstacle in the way of a right understanding of the relations which culture sustains to wildness as that which regards the world as made especially for the uses of man. Every animal, plant, and crystal controverts it in the plainest terms. Yet it is taught from century to century as something ever new and precious, and in the resulting darkness the enormous conceit is allowed to go unchallenged.

I have never yet happened upon a trace of evidence that seemed to show that any one animal was ever made for another as much as it was made for itself. Not that Nature manifests any such thing as selfish isolation. In the making of every animal the presence of every other animal has been recognized. Indeed, every atom in creation may be said to be acquainted with and married to every other, but with universal union there is a division sufficient in degree for the purposes of the most intense individuality; no matter, therefore, what may be the note which any creature forms in the song of existence, it is made first for itself, then more and more remotely for all the world and worlds.
~~John Muir

Looking and Seeing (with Don Dellilo)


Not looking
Births perceiving
And: I Am..
Gifting the fruit of
Our seeking for lo
So many days
And hours past...

"The less there was to see,
the harder he looked,
the more he saw.
This was the point.
To see what's here,
finally to look and
to know you're looking,
to feel time passing,
to be alive to
what is happening in the
smallest registers of motion."

- Don Dellilo (1936 - )
Point Omega

Friday, March 13, 2020

Thy will be done

Thy will be done

Thus some pray..
Jesus saw the apparent 
Separation of wills
And the raggedness of
This frightful belief..
A belief supporting
For eons of time
Life's sufferings..
The shift to One Will
Resurrects who we 
Always have been...

"If you live in such a way that you say 'Thy will be done,' whatever happens in life, you won't mind. You'll be happy. You will have no desires, and that is the reason for the yogic contentment."

~ Irina Tweedie (20th century Russian Sufi mystic)



Quarantine and cancellation of
Gatherings are gaining strength..
Occasions in which we face
Each to the other..sprout fears of
A rising darkness..
Of the Unknown..

Is this a summons from our inner reevaluate our frenzied
Comings and goings..and discover
In enforced isolation that
Our pursuits have drawn a curtain
Over a truer image of who we are..?

Is this a time of self-questioning
To be willing to fall into the Unknown
Fueled by our fears..and recognize
What has always been
Our true Safety and Joy...?

Thursday, March 12, 2020



Lucidity: a dreamer knows
She is living a dream..
A lucid dream..
In our waking hours
Our Self takes the shape
Of our perceptions and thoughts
While never losing
Awareness that this also
Is a dream..Yes..?

But forgetting arrives
And we are persuaded that
Our waking hours
Have captured truth
And a dream is only 
A dream..
Lucidity retreats
Our Light is dimmed...

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Naked Happening...(with Joan Tollifson)

Naked Happening

Our minds deny us
The thrill of reality
By naming and locating
A before and after..
Our mind is an artist
Embellishing with fact
What is begging for
Notice without fact..
Yet..when we know
Our mind's confinement
Of naked happening
We have the key to
Set ourselves Free...

All we ever actually have is present experiencing, which boils down to the undeniable knowingness of being here now, present and aware, and the undeniable fact of this ever-changing appearance—sensations, thoughts, feelings, perceptions—not those words or concepts, but the naked actuality to which they point. And that naked actuality is an inconceivable, immediate happening that can never actually be grasped or contained by any concept or formula.
~~Joan Tollifson..from my book Death: The End of Self-Improvement (available from Amazon)

Starting in Truth

Starting in Truth

Should be the teacher's motive..
It is an acquaintance 
By the Teacher of her
Own Identity..

Starting a textbook
In a settled belief..only serves
To diminish the teacher and to
Guarantee a quick departure of
The thing that is intended 
To be taught..a Recognition that

Textbooks and beliefs are 
Unsteady tools of Truth which
May be discarded in 
A more favorable Wind...

The spirit only can teach. Not any profane man, not any sensual, not any liar, not any slave can teach, but only he can give, who has; he only can create, who is. The man on whom the soul descends, through whom the soul speaks, alone can teach.
~~Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Divinity School Address, 1838..

Wednesday Light

Wednesday Light

What are those Wednesday things
That draw our attention today..?
Each of them promises to make
A division of the Peace we are..
Unless our Peace is Recognized
As that which composes and does
Those Wednesday things..

Monday, March 9, 2020

An original idea..

in progress

"Look around at the world, look at what human beings are doing to each other and to their planet. If you were an alien species visiting earth, would you look at human beings and think, "Wow, what an intelligent species! I want to know about their ideas! We would like to have a civilization like theirs."? Would the alien think like that? No! The alien would think, "What is wrong with these people!? Look at the way they treat one another! Look at the way they treat their animals! Look at the way they treat their earth!" ... And they would start exploring the fundamental ideas that inform the way we behave and relate with one another. They would trace back to this belief that dead inert stuff called matter gives rise to consciousness and that each of us are separate, limited, enclosed within our bodies, so we are all separate from one another, separate fragments and everyone and everything 'out there' is all separate. They would trace back the way we treat each other and our animals and our planet to this original idea."
~ Rupert Spira ~

Have a Calm Day..

Have a Calm Day..

The vast multiplicity
Appears that way..
But life's purpose
Is to know all of this
As revealing the One..
Our senses argue of our
Pursuit as fool's errand
And it is..until we note
Their information is
Just passing through..
Whence we inquire of
The newfound Calm
Which seems always
To remain:  Life's purpose 

Sunday, March 8, 2020



Is our conditioning..
It is that which veils
Our eternal Now..
Veiled when separation
Gains our attention
And we venture into
Past and future..
East of Eden in the
Story's terms..

In our many lifetimes
In the Life we live
We experience Now 
In surprising glimpses..
Our  lifetimes' shadows
Are deemed enough
And we reincarnate
Now to Now
To discover at last
What has always been

Tree Truth

Tree Truth

We are taught that
A line of time
Is the dimension which
Orders our lives..
This school lesson
Assumed and forgotten..

Until experience rebels
When we are shown a
Cross-section of a tree..
With radials and circles
Appearing here at Once..
A tree delivers Truth... 

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Righteous Anger

Righteous Anger

When anger bursts forth
In an encounter calling to
Unleash our fury..
The veil of dualism
Of separation seems to conceal our
Inherent Peace..

When we recognize
What is above
Our anger responses
Can be sourced in

Our Peace...

Friday, March 6, 2020

One who Suffers

One who Suffers

In progress

The point of welcoming or looking deeply is not to dispel suffering. It is to see clearly that the one who suffers is utterly non-existent. When this is clearly seen what remains of the suffering which revolved around and depended upon that non-existent one?
How can something that is non-existent be dispelled? If there is any sense that there is something to be dispelled the clear seeing is not clear enough.

Look again and see clearly that the separate suffering ‘I’ can never be found. And likewise see with absolute clarity that that in which all appearances of the mind and body arise (ie. Awareness) is always and already inherently free of suffering. Be that one knowingly. Take your stand as that.

Do not get involved with apparent suffering or the relief of it in any way. Just give your attention to something else. Give your attention to Awareness. Abide as that. Apparent suffering thrives on the attention we give it, with the desire to get rid of it. The desire to get rid of it is just the resistance to our resistance. It is more of the same.

Once it has been seen that the separate entity is a fiction, a belief, only these raw, mildly uncomfortable sensations are left. And they are appearing in and ultimately made out of this ever-present Awareness which is freedom and happiness itself. Be that knowingly and allow all this discomfort to flow through you.

Rupert Spira

The Unknown

The Unknown

Viruses and more
Give us notice that
Our lives are lived
In what is largely
There is an overlay of
Order which covers the
Unknown in a large
Swath of circumstances..
But the unknown 
Breaks the surface 
Now and then..
To give us the message:
Our finite minds have
Severe limits..whether
The unknown seems
Near or far..
So..the hint seems to be
That an exploration of
The Unknown may
Provide an option to 
Set us Free...

Thought for the day....... “Liberation is the aliveness and immediacy beyond belief. Liberation is when all the answers, explanations and positions disappear, and what remains is the open mind of not knowing.” Joan Tollifson 

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Riding the Donkey

Riding the Donkey

In Lent is to experience our
True Self..
We can be the observers
Of the man on the donkey
And remember the story about..
And the beliefs we as children
Were taught..or we can climb
On the donkey ourselves
Knowing ourself as he knew
Himself..made of
Light and Grace..
And..from our donkey
Observe that crowd in their
Momentary celebration.. knowing 
Their veil and ours may soon 
Conceal..before revealing 
Our True Self... 

Saturday, February 29, 2020

There are no others..

There are no others..

This expression of Truth
Is often acknowledged with a
Base of reference in 
Conditioned separation..
We notice the very rapid
Changes of things..brought to us
By sciences's advances..and so
The Truth is shaded by our 
Assent..but we are deceived..
Deceived until we are jolted
That Truth is absolute..per
There are no others...

At some point when you hear the phrase: "There 'are' no others,"
It will shift beyond a simple intellectual concept that you may
accept on some an absolute "knowing."  In that moment
you will realize beyond any doubt that these dramatic events and
those that act them out "are" YOU, and that they are shining Light
on your own "stuff."
~~John McIntosh, The Rising Tide of Light


Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
~ Oliver, Mary (A Thousand Mornings)



This someone 
Let's call him Remember
Asserts a plan for the day
And walks to do his plan..
Remember apparently walks
On this cloudy morning
Ignoring a Remembering
Which could recompose
Her walk into Steps of
Abundant Joy..

We can hope that
One clear morning
Remember will 

Every time you concern yourself with the ‘separate self’ you reassert the ‘separate self'.
~Rupert Spira

Friday, February 28, 2020



The sound
of a bell
still reverberating,

or a blackbird
from a corner
of the

Asking you
to wake
into this life
or inviting you
to one that waits.

Either way
takes courage,
either way wants you
to be nothing
but that self that
is no self at all,
wants you to walk
to the place
where you find
you already know
how to give
every last thing

The approach
that is also
the meeting
without any
at all.

That radiance
you have always
carried with you
as you walk
both alone
and completely
in friendship
by every corner
of the world

~~David Whyte