Friday, July 31, 2020

Pull of Silence




















Pull of Silence

If I do not
Stop writing
The Truth which
I wish to express
May well be more
Submerged..
Might I stop now
And allow the 
Dimmed light to
Remain as glimmer..?
Or might a few 
Words more
Serve to cleanse
What is already
Said...?

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Bowl and Wax

























Bowl and Wax

Imagine
If you can 
A bowl encased in wax.
And the bowl one day
Discovers that wax
And finds no end to it..
It covers all sides and
Of thickness forever..
Lonely at first
Until this Aware bowl
Discovers her own
Makeup of Wax...

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

The Vow


























The Vow

Ruth and Naomi
Embraced the Grace of
Their common Self..
The one Self within
Which all journeys
Take place..and so
Ruth famously vowed
To go where you go and
Stay where you stay..
This wedding promise
Pointed to a Vastness
Unfolding into those
Religious stories which
We know so well..

(See the Book of Ruth)


Saturday, July 25, 2020

No "doer"




























No "doer"

How so..?
Our conditioning
(Some say baggage)
Demands a doer..
I work in my garden
And clocked the time
To fit a schedule..
These assumptions
Bow to the seeming
Reality of time..
But time melts
When recognized as
A mind's facade..
Rendering a "doing" 
Without a doer...!


Start Here








Start Here

In the clarity
The stillness of
One Self..
Start Here
Then the unfolding
The iteration
The creation
All made of 
Only Here..
Seek ye first..





Friday, July 24, 2020

Wipe the slate clean








Wipe the slate clean

This default
When complexities bind..
The knowing of
The Placeless place
Eternally transparent
Where separation dissolves
And a surge of Joy
With new Understanding
Wipes our slate clean...

Thursday, July 23, 2020

Light at tunnel's end...




























Walking
I saw it
The proverbial
Light 
At the tunnel's end..
This end...!

Certainty






























Certainty

Religions 
Ask for it..
But more
We ask for it..
We want 
Clarity of contrast
Eye chart truth..
We were educated
That way..
Until one day
We find the Freedom
Of fuzziness..
And then we find
The Freedom of
Contrast...

STOP!




“When you are given the unspeakable grace, the unbelievable gift, of being able to see, to notice, that what you are thinking is an opinion, or is something by which you identify yourself, the gift of being able to listen to yourself, then stop. Honor the gift by stopping. And let it drop. The opinion. Let it drop. The bit of identity contained in every statement about yourself, every comment involving yourself, every question coming from yourself; let it drop. Let the grace of this moment of catching yourself having an opinion, talking as an “I”; let that grace stop you.”
“Do you want to know how to live life? Be still. Be still means, don’t think. You see? It’s so simple!” ~ Ramesh

“Be still” does not mean to stop moving the body. “Be still” does not mean to try to stop all thinking and feelings from arising. Thoughts and feelings will always arise. “Be still” means letting go of that secondary level of thought; opinion, judgement, commentary. This is what it means to stop.”
If you stop, something amazing happens. The individual stops being involved, stops acting; and amazingly, every Thing continues to happen. Without ‘you’ doing it. Because surprise, you were never doing it.
Try this experiment, if you can. The sense of separate self will panic as you come to the point where you stop doing anything; it may actually prevent you from stopping. But if grace of stopping happens, and there is the experience of watching everything continue to happen, you will never again be able to believe there was ever anyone there doing anything*.

~~Perfect Brilliant Stillness



Tuesday, July 21, 2020

In Those Years...Adrienne Rich




      

In Those Years
by Adrienne Rich
In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible:
we were trying to live a personal life
and yes, that was the only life
we could bear witness to
But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through the rags of fog
where we stood, saying I
- Adrienne Rich, 1929 - 2012
Via Joyce Kornblatt, thank you
-
Georgia O'Keeffe - Storm Cloud over Lake George, 1923
https://www.okeeffemuseum.org/

Sunday, July 19, 2020

Miriam's Recognition

















Miriam's Recognition

She and Aaron
Spoke from cloaked vision..
Clouding her Knowing
Of her own true Face..
That is..until reminded
Of humility's Face
The universal Face not
Clouded..available to all
When cloaks of separation
Are dissolved in 
Joyful Recognition...  



from Numbers 12: 
“Hear now My words:
If there is a prophet among you,
I, the LORD, make Myself known to him in a vision;
I speak to him in a dream.
Not so with My servant Moses;
He is faithful in all My house.
I speak with him face to face,
Even plainly, and not in dark sayings;
And he sees the form of the LORD.
Why then were you not afraid
To speak against My servant Moses?”

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Emptiness























Emptiness

The mind resists
What seems to be
An entryway into
Emptiness
The cloak of Fullness.
Fear pulls us back
Into comfy norms of
What  we know so well..
And that seems the end
For many explorers..
The leap not taken..
But the invitation 
Remains..in a 
Blooming flower 
A sideward glance or
A crushing defeat...


Mars video...

Utterly Empty and Yet Utterly Full..Osho

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Strength and Fragrance









Let the distractions lie..
Know they are also made
Of that which we truly Are..
But for now..there is need
To surrender and quietly
Taste the Purity and the
Transparency of that which
We originally Are..before
The distractions seemed to
Direct our paths through
Circuitous and frustrating
Byways...







Thought for the day....... "When speech comes from a quiet heart, it has the strength of the orchid, and the fragrance of rock." Stephen Mitchell, Four Watercolors by Tao-chi 

Monday, July 13, 2020

Johathan's Dream




























Jonathan's Dream

This old biblical tale
Dreamlike in the telling
Could well be 
Our own dream..
Events and places
Abruptly appear and
Dissolve..
Dream opponents
Philistines and a giant
Appear and fade..
But what remains..?
The Grace of Namaste
(Jonathan and David)..
Which we Recognize
As we awaken from
Our own fitful Dream...


(See 1 Samuel: 18-23)




Friday, July 10, 2020

Spontaneity















Spontaneity !! 

Whether we know or not
Our experience is always 
Spontaneous..
Our Moment is shaped
And colored
And expresses
Always..our Self..yet
Our minds leap to separate
And label..rendering 
False impressions of  Self.. 
Allowing our minds to
Leap unnoticed
Takes us from Home on
More and more journeys..while
Recognition of Home comes
On one Spontaneous
Journey...!




Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Stars and Books. (with Hermann Hesse)

























Fuel for the Fire

It is our conditioning  
That we need recognize..
Our sole purpose in life
Is to make this Recognition..
This is the baggage 
We have and are carrying..
Those stories and beliefs
Which seem to stand and claim
Our allegiance and identity..
This burden promises to stay
Until we give it our undivided
Attention..not referring to
Books and stars..but to that
Of ourself which is primed
To burn away and dissolve...
 


Thought for the day....... “I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.” Hermann Hesse

Exploration















Exploration

In an old story
Joshua and Caleb
Took the journey to
Milk and Honey Land
And recognized Themselves..
Their friends saw giants
And grasshoppers which
Concealed their Identity
With a veil of fear..
And their fear spread
Like a virus infecting
That waiting crowd..

Moses was perplexed
But knew then
That in our exploring
False identities must
Die in the wilderness
To finally reveal our
Milk and Honey... 



Seeming
























Seeming

Who are we..
This seeming person
Doing that which we
Seem to be doing 
In this moment..?
Do we see
That "seeming" is our
Ticket to Recognize
Ourself as character
And ourSelf as Stage...?



Saturday, July 4, 2020

History's Maskings


























History's Maskings

This apparent urge to
Erase the markings of history
Which appear to stain..
History..a story appearing
In our reading this moment..
Often justifying past doings..
But..alas.. assumptions of 
Division cling and remain..

Statues..toppled in
Widespread places..may be
(Whether recognized or not)
A turn Inward..collectively
To cleanse the divisions 
Hiding our inner Vastness 
Out of which all history
Emerges and is made...