Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Tomorrow and tomorrow... (Shakespeare)


Act 1..Scene 1

Witches pose the time and place:

When the hurly-burly's done

And the battle's lost and won..

Fair/foul (fog and filthy air)

Mark appearing oppositions

And forebodings in Scene 1...

Scene 2

A bleeding Captain reports well

Of a brave Macbeth

Who overcame a doubtful clinging

As swimmers choking their art..

And brandishing steel accomplished 

valiant beheading..

We view here the planted seed of

A looming path of destruction... 

Folger Shakespeare Library...

Saturday, December 26, 2020




Thoughts and perceptions expressed

Are concepts..formulations..

This finite processing of everything

From oranges to quantum theory to

Esoteric spiritual experiences 

Seems to fog our Self-Recognition...

We wait for Silence to tell us that 

Concepts Point to our Identity...

Sheer Delight.. (Sri Aurobindo)



A name pointing to that which

Has no name..

Appearing as trillions of forms..

To remind us of 

Separation's illusion...

Delight is the secret. Learn of pure delight and thou shalt learn of 'God'. What then was the commencement of the whole matter? Existence that multiplied itself for sheer delight of being and plunged into numberless trillions of forms so that it might find itself innumerably.

 ~Sri Aurobindo~

Forming and Transforming...(Goethe)


Formation, transformation
Eternal mind’s recreation.
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Thursday, December 24, 2020

When all the stars are dead.. (Rilke)


Some say

We are witnessing a conjunction

Named the Christmas Star.. 

Yet vast separation remains as

Precision eyes report:

Jupiter and Saturn seem to

Stand alone..but let us consider  

Conjunction as a message

From the Star..YOU found a Shift:

Conjunction posing as separation... 

 "A billion stars go spinning through the night,

blazing high above your head.

But in you is the presence that will be,

when all the stars are dead."

 ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Christmas Tidings..!!


Christmas Tidings..!

Beneath a story many celebrate

Of a birth beneath a star..

There lies a latch..when

Opened..will set us free..

On this celebrated night

The Truth..apparently hidden

And remaining hidden now

Was unlatched for those then

And now..


This simple news about what 

Has always been..That's it..!

Christmas Tidings..!

Saturday, December 19, 2020

Waiting.. (with Paul Tillich)



We wait and watch

For a mark in time

Which will relieve the

Numbness of waiting..

Many marks appear

And re-appear..without

Rewarding a promise..

Unexpected..a footstep

Out of time..removes the


Our time is a time of waiting; waiting is its special destiny. And every time is a time of waiting, waiting for the breaking of eternity. All time runs forward. All time, both history and in personal life, is expectation. Time itself is waiting, waiting not for another time, but for that which is eternal.

~~Paul Tillich

The virus..


The virus..

Dead and seeking

For a life-force

For a host..

Death seeking Life..

As do we

Suffering as separate

Seeking  our Freedom

Dying to falsities


Coronavirus is a virus.  Viruses are unusual in that they can be crystalized, just like table salt can be crystalized. So they behave like a chemical, albeit an extremely complicated chemical. You might be surprised to learn that viruses can't propagate!  A virus particle enters a cell, opens up to release genetic material, in the case of Coronavirus that's m-RNA, and that genetic material is then used by the cell's ribosome to manufacture new virus particles.  When there are enough of these, the cell membrane bursts, and the virus goes on to infect other cells.

~~Jimmy Stewart (friend in Philosophical Cafe)

Friday, December 18, 2020

Apparently...(with Tony Parsons)


"Apparently . . .
Although there is no such thing as nonduality it seems that there are many different ideas about what it could be.
Because the separate seeker experiences everything as a subject object reality it is inevitable that it will see nonduality as a something that can be personally attained and experienced. It will also be seen as a state of no-self that can be taught or energetically transferred.
Attempts are made to use the idea of nonduality as a description of the unknown?
It is often talked about as a something that needs to be integrated, nurtured and supported?
There are even conferences held about its evolutionary development and its possible outcome in another something called the future?
It is amazing how many different beliefs and theories can arise about nothing.
The term nonduality is just that. It is a term similar to Advaita, and refers to the concept of “not two”. The idea of there being “not two” is attempting to define a mystery. The mystery cannot be named or known, of course, but there are certain descriptions which get somewhere near: the formless form, the relative absolute, the empty fullness or what is and is not, which all defy definition and make no sense.
All of these ideas are immediately rejected by the separate seeker who is entirely invested in its own survival and seeks an answer that will satisfy its own experience of reality.
Empty fullness cannot be taught or experienced, for how and where would it be found if it is already all there is? Where would there be a place to stand and know or be aware of nothing and everything?
However, isn’t it wonderful that the dualistic confusion which surrounds something called nonduality is already empty fullness."
~Tony Parsons~

Monday, December 14, 2020



What are

Those perceptions we experience

Without distance and time which

Conventional beliefs deplore..?

Ponder those astronomical wonders..

Unimaginable distances which 

We perceive with awe..

Are we prepared for a Shift:

Trillions upon trillions

These numbers collapsing in our

Recognition of the nearness of

Star constellations and coffee cups..

With nearness dissolved...

Saturday, December 12, 2020




When we discover the Reality of Appearances..we have

Awakened in our journey..The dream state of separation

Finds these same appearances as standing solid..

And convincing in their forthright presentation.. Dreaming

Separation is the backdrop of the story on which our roles.. in days of joy and sorrow.. 

When the discovery is made.. the Reality of Appearances..

Who is awakened..?  Our Real Self has awakened our

Real Self ..with  Appearances..Now blessedly known 

As fleeting..and joyous..Self-Attire...

Thursday, December 10, 2020




Takes place through lenses

Which are ground based upon

Varied assumptions of

Separation..our culture is stamped

By a belief of an independent

Out-there..with separation as the

Herald of truth..but there are

More and more lenses these days

Perceiving the same out-there..yet

Knowing it as a "seeming" truth

An appearance Here and Now 

With no out-there out there...

Wednesday, December 9, 2020



Between  Oases

Are the dry patches of

Misdirecting and wanting

To find a trail to the comfort

Of the next Oasis..

The secret 

Yet to be discovered by many

The weary traveler:

Pause on your trail and

Be introduced to the You

Who has never departed

One Oasis...!

The Symphony I Am.. (With Miranda Warren)


The Symphony I Am..

And we are..

Each of us..

Is shaped by instruments

Of the noisy quiet world..

Our inward stage

Where the music plays

Cacophonies and arias 

The clash of cymbals

And  pregnant pauses.. 

All allowed and welcome

For their brief stay..

As we note their

Composition of the

Symphony I Am...

Miranda Warren's website:  This Terrible Love..

They send me words, and little pictures of themselves light up the screen and reflect off my face in the darkness of the wee hours. Outside, the sounds of the forest hum a lullaby. The seekers that came here the past few years called this silence. How funny that seems, for I hear a symphony--- life singing in so many voices; a choir of love carried in the wind.

They want to know what they can do about something or other. Or they want to know how to escape the pain of something or other. They wonder if I have an opinion on what they say is going on. If they are not specific, I have to ask them what they think is going on.

For I am aware of no thing that is going on. Just the wind and the music of the dream of life that is playing a love song in my brain's theater of everything and nothing at all. And yet it is not a song you have to go to some retreat in the woods to hear.

The notes may vary, but I have heard this song everywhere it seems I have been. It sings in the heart of London, the remote Highlands of Scotland, the cities in flames, and the rooms where people take their final breath. It sings in the gunshots in an alley in Chicago, the labored breath of lovers after orgasm, and the cries of grief of the newly widowed. It echoes in the poignant wail of a baby's first cry, and in the quiet despair of people sitting alone in their rooms...never knowing they are not alone. It soars like an orchestra in the billions of songs of insects and birds and wildlife--- in the wilderness and the urban enclave.

It is the song of life and love that is weaving a dream undreamt, and what is going on is not any thing or event that appears to be happening in a separate place and time, for there is no place and there is no time. Nothing is happening to you and nothing is happening to me. And yet, I am you and you are me. And even that is as impossible and true and untrue as your beating heart, your heart which I hear right now, drumming a song of beauty so miraculous you would fall to the ground in tears if only you could hear the luminous music that you are...and aren't at all. ♥

~~Miranda Warren

Monday, December 7, 2020

The Social Dilemma..(based on the Netflix film)


The Social Dilemma

Attraction and attachment

Hooked and holding..

Many momentary "highs"

Of Likes..Loves..Wows..

But of short duration as

Thirst returns seeking for

More highs..finding instead

Those confining pains..

Allowing others to define

Who we the basic

Sin of social media..

We are tangled in a

Hidden matrix..with many

Not locating the simple exit:

Asking the perennial questions

Perhaps..Who am I..??...

The Open Secret..


The Open Secret by Tony Parsons...

Saturday, December 5, 2020

Walking and preaching...Francis of Assisi


Walking and preaching

We find ourselves walking

Somewhere to meet and speak..

Speaking seems to be

Our destination..until we

Discover our speaking

Simply is a form of

Our named:


Friday, December 4, 2020

Fairy Tales..


Fairy Tales..

Fairy tales ride

On the feathers of time..

The feathers fall 

Revealing the wisp of time..

Rendering the sky

Not-ending and open

For new tales arising

And feathers falling...

Everything perceived and thought to be known is an illusion constructed by the mind, a fairy tale world of beings and things that are not beings and things at all.  The quantum physicists and the neuroscientists and the nonduality speakers all tell me this, yet they are also illusions. They speak and my mind dances with them, and then they vanish into thin air, their enigmatic smiles lingering a moment like the Cheshire cat, and I run to the mirror and what do I see….?

An imagined Miranda, invented by no one, a fictional character, who one day in an imagined past saw that everything seemed to be a dream I could not remember from moment to moment. It felt as if some strange surreal world was being invented each instant, but I could not find the flow of time. It was beyond disorienting, for I couldn't even locate the center of it all, and yet these made up people and a make believe world appeared.

I was one of the fairy tale characters, and it was always clear it was not my dream. And maybe that world stopped spinning, or really it was like getting on a moving carousel and finding your seat on the merry-go-round horse, and the lights and colors and names of people places and things, the noun-known world, was so clearly a fantasy---I couldn't even say it came from my brain or have any idea from what or how or why....

Yet all these appearances, even now a panorama of seamless perception containing the illusion of separation, seem to happen, and somehow it seems as if there is wine and a glass and a hand reaching out and then drinking, and yet there is nothing at all. Only an unfathomable, ineffable, inexplicable fairy tale fantasy love story that is not even that, or this, or any thing imagined or unimagined at all ❤

~~Miranda Warren

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Journeys are dreams..


Journeys are dreams..

Here to there

Marks on a map..

These arguments for

Our seeming journeys..

Of journeys past and

Cruises in planning 

Journeys we know..yet

In this lockdown interlude

We might discover 

All of these journeys

As simply dreams

Of the Ocean I am...