Monday, May 31, 2021

What is this..?

What is this..? the story of a journey, lengthy usually, to discover that all 
recollected twists and turns and recalculations are appearing at once, a
spontaneous this.  This appearance pauses the search which was
fueled by miles and miles of desire and driving..(all included as this). 
There were reports of astronomical entanglements and big bangs 
touted as escapes from linear unease.  There were many words 
of elevated spiritual knowers, which seemed to soften those twists 
and turns. And snippet sayings on social media which tasted as spoonfuls 
of delight.. (all included again).  But after all of this, a story of separation 
remained leaving a gray pallor, a resignation and hardening of the now 
wary traveler.. (all inclusive).  Meanwhile, other travelers are 
nonplussed by all this seeming nonsensical fuss..(not left out).    
Please pass along a bit more, if you make this more complete..
(yes..that too, already..)...

Thursday, May 20, 2021

Paths...This is it...!


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...!

Monday, May 17, 2021

The story of you..Miranda Warren

 '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."

Amazon review of Nancy Neithercut, The Dream of Enlightenment...




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

repeated joys.

"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 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."

Miranda Warren

Thursday, May 13, 2021

Sonnet 18...(Nomadland)

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?


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.