Are and are not..
The delight of
This as Freedom...
It seems that separation
Until a simple paradox
Shifts things for some
Potentially for all...
Is the reality
Cannot be known
Permanent is temporary
The total reality..
Knowing interrupts and
Engages an unending quest to
Spontaneity of Not-Two..
The Not-Two Message..
The Not-Two Suggestion..
appreciating that journeys are for seekers.
The seeker is the onewho experiences "I know."
When I believe that I know, there is an inkling
that contentment will come with just
a bit more knowing..thus, the journey of the
seeker. Is it unending..??
Non-dual journeys are not journeys, but the end of
the separation-believing seeker, or "me." A shift
of perception, in which nothing changes...
A new name for this group! The name refers to the seeming
paradox of emptiness spontaneously appearing as what-is-happening.
This is the not-knowing and freedom, which express the reality of life...
(paradoxically) for no-one. Paradox captures the immediacy
of separation and the dual nature (real/unreal) of appearances,
which the dream of life flashes...again, for no-one...However,
these are only words, assembled as a description, which may seem
to be what-is- happening: an appearance of a new name and focus
for the group... Thanks..!! 😎
Paradoxical Sparks...Refers to the seeming paradox of emptiness
spontaneously appearing as what-is-happening. This is the
not-knowing and freedom, which express the reality of life..
(paradoxically) for no-one. Paradox refers to the appearances
of separation with their dual nature (real/unreal), which the
dream of life flashes...again, for no-one...However, these are
only words, assembled as a description, which may seem,
while reading, to be what-is- happening...
Letter from my brother (Miranda Warren)
I find it so odd that many seekers write that life is a nightmare of horrific suffering and only Enlightenment/Liberation/The Shift/Awakening/Whatever will somehow release them from this earthly bondage. It paradoxically sounds like the Christian belief in original sin, with enlightenment the equivalent of salvation.
life is as
'real' as it 'seems'
there is simply no feeling that 'LIFE SHOULDN'T BE LIKE THIS!', or trying to lasso the clouds or sky or thought or feeling...
"Not this..Not this"
That old-timey formula to find
One's true self..then updated:
Not nothing..not everything
A viral communique..then
This news flash:
All of these "Nots" left the self
Bruised but resilient..still standing..
This obscure notice could always be
Found buried in the Obituaries:
The self inquires..the self is inquiry
Freedom is already as inquiry dies..
What can be said of love? Usages vary from the
quite trivial to levels of soaring philosophical
thought. The word is often caught in the language
trap of subject and object. Finally, as Miranda says,
it is simply This. Religious teachings often make the
word to to be prescriptive, as in love-your-neighbor,
which places it back in the trap. So, it seems if
love is not discovered as This, free and not free,
and inclusive even of the trivial, the levels, the
traps, the prescriptions, everything, it is not love...
Is said to be indescribable..
Elaborators say it is spontaneously
Everything..without time and space
Without beginning and end..and it
Is nothing appearing to no one..
All of these words flailing around to
Dress up another little word..This..
And it does need dressing..This seems
To be something close-in like this
Keyboard and screen..there must be
A better word..but for now such does
Not seem to pop out..and there seem to
Be many who are happy with This..so
Let's be happy for a while..
As while expires..we can recognize This as
A thought and that thought floats by followed
By thoughts of finger dances on a keyboard
Or wind softly dripping from the rooftop
Or of light sounding as an auto's blare..
This..may have just fallen into disuse
Words are portraits of separation
The separation dream from which
There is no escape..
Yet we read words..many words..
And make hook-ups between them
Dream stories conjured with abandon..
We discover speakers knowing that
Words are portraits of separation
Others who seem not aware..
Perhaps there is a dog whistle for the
Resonating ear..hearing no whistle
Finds words not yet whistling..
This whistling story appearing...
Non-duality seems a long-sought goal for those who
have progressed, layer by layer, to that which seems close
to becoming nothing at all. All of those meditative paths
have all expressed and melted into what now seems as a
final melting. Yet the sticky thing that remains is the wish
to talk about it, to explain your journey and what seems as
your arrival, explain it to your self using a very minimum
of toeholds. And the thought looms that you are no further
along than told by a memory of that beginning. Waiting
for a breeze, no more than a silent breath through wispy
curtains, echoing from the distant hills in a soundless
whisper..to end a self, which never was...
Faintness may give the impression of fading separation.
An art lesson for a seeker. The seeker will then
point to what remains, when fading ends, as the recognition
sought..formlessness pointing to nothing. Or the seeker
might see the faintness as increasing separation. Nothing
appearing more and more distinct and definitional. Both
processes are, however, quite enticing, but futile. Liberation
is the end of process with this spontaneous appearance,
which resists any and all definition..but may include
the processes and enticements suggested by artful faintness.
The story of someone being trapped in the story can be a very painful story indeed, but there is no one who is trapped (or free), and no one for whom pain actually belongs. But wonderfully the painful story of being a trapped someone can be seen as just that....a story. This seeing or recognition can seemingly be the beginning of a new kind of a story, a story of liberation, but there really is no new story....a story is a story is a story and this seeing or recognition is simply the story writing itself all by itself.....it's just somehow obvious that the story isn't personal and that it's just a story.....no one separate from it and no one who is even in control of it. It simply plays out all by itself and the seeming character who seems to be doing many thing is just part of the story......you are the story.
We meander through the appearing paths of our days. Paths appear as
other paths disappear. The path less traveled often offered as sage advice. Finding
our own unique path is another prompt. And there are some stops suggesting our
need for rest. So many paths with beaconing ends..and the clock ticking. Awaiting,
apparently, a simple sign on some path some day: This is it...!
'The story of you' - reflections from Miranda Warren~ ❤
"For all the millions of words that have been spoken about this subject [nonduality - "everything and no thing"], from ancient texts and revered holy men to instant YouTube gurus and Facebook sages, not a single idea that anyone has ever shared about this offers any more explanation than you will get by asking the wind why it is blowing or asking a newborn baby why it was born. All your life, you have been taught a story that creates a “you,” a story of identity as an autonomous person in a world of separate beings and things. If you had not been taught this story, reinforced by everyone you have ever met and your entire environment, there would be no idea of “you” at all, no one who knows what they are, a certain type pf person with a history and a story. Your story is as much yours as if you randomly went into a film production studio and accepted the next part that was available, and that became who you are. You are no more than that. And neither is any one else who appears in this dream of life.
If it happens that the nature of your imagined identity is no longer taken for being solid and real and true, you may believe that some appearances must have an answer to the questions that arise. But they do not. Their words are merely pointers suggesting that what we think we are and know is not what it seems. But all the pointing to alleged truth is simply pointing in an endless hall of funhouse mirrors. As Prisha says, “all of these stories and thoughts and ideas and concepts are only additional appearances.” The so-called greatest wisdom and deepest revelations about what is, even the very concept of ‘what is’ and all the cherished idols of nonduality, everything and no-thing, this being it, love---unconditional or not---are simply more stories in the book of fairy tales. We may love the nonduality story, but like all other tales in the unwritten book of life, it’s just another fable."
there is deep peace subsuming the dance...
an unassailable silence evading the song...
a hush of unknowing among all
this assumed knowing..."
This is the gift of peace which Nancy Neithercut offers. She comes to us from
what she refers to as a shift in perspective. Her "shift" allows an explosion of
expressions as "no-one," in no place, and no time. Nancy's poetry simply
writes itself..and carries the reader into realms of unimaginable
beauty. She resists any definition or prescription from her writing which is
restrictive to a free flow of love, and availabile to all. Those who are versed in
modern notions of non-duality will find a resonance, but anyone residing in
a place of openness will realize they are in the presence of a spontaneous
flow of words which soar and astound, and present many surprising and
"hope and fear simply memories of a
desert dream where you wandered as
thirst itself, looking for the source of the
waters you were but could never drink...
"Self is the assumption of separation, the
illusion of solidity...that there are separate
things and events. It is natural for you to
assume that if there is this, there is that...
but there is no this nor that
nor both nor neither
there is no nothing nor is there not
nothing...life is all of a piece, of itself so...
spontaneously self arising and self erasing..."
Do you sense what I am saying? Even five stars is a meaningless rating
for this treasury..!!
"Nancy's poems are vital reading for anyone exploring or experiencing what we call a nondual perspective but will touch the heart of everyone who loves poetry. Nancy's poetry breaks free of the boundaries of thought and language, revealing our shared dream of life with eyes open wide in wonder, streaming tears of joy and unutterable beauty.
This latest collection of poems breaks our hearts open to life, evoking subtle reflections and life-shattering perceptions with original and masterful literary artistry, alive with deftly crafted lines that will take your breath away as they work their way deep into your heart. “ The Dream Of Enlightenment And The Wonder Of It All “ is a dance of language, a language of the dream we walk through; a vision of the world beheld by eyes ablaze with fire.
Nancy sings a song that echoes all that is reflected before us, all that is known and so much that is unknowable and cannot be spoken of in any other way. Poetry is a way of saying what words can otherwise not even hint at, and Nancy’s flowing verse is a river that runs through the essence of our human experience, opening the floodgates of unnamed emotions we can only call love; a sense of ineffable wonder and awe at life’s mysterious dance that is rarely glimpsed, and far less frequently rendered into words."
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
The worded world of separate things and events, of time dimension and all measurement, all this and that is the shared dream of objectified separation. This consensus conceptual overlay consists of flowing description and is mistaken by most for reality. As conceptual beings we can only ‘know’ this conceptual world. But all description all words are defined by other words, and create or paint this world of this and that, and are not inherent to the physical world. If our brains were different we would have a different description of the world, a different reality.
The picture show...
A huge "model" in non dual teaching is that of the movie and screen and
characters and awakening from the dream. All of those "things" interact
with the end purpose of coaxing the searcher away from a devoted belief
in separation. Simply a picture show. The moviegoer identifies with
a character who is deeply asleep looking for the saving grace of knowing
true identity lies in the screen. The character is really consciousness, and
awakening is told as that finding. This story is quite easily enjoyed by
a moviegoing "me," and brings a knowing quiet to the theatre.
Yet..this story can be shelved with other stories heralded for their
awakening potential. Some are called scripture. But..enter a spontaneous
story made of nothing, and a dancing thought that any story, or no story,
will do... Home and not home for the homeless...
Many years ago, I read this in Tony’s book, ‘As It Is’…”When I know what I am, I discover that I am not existence, I am the presence which allows existence to be”.