Perspectives...

It seems that a key element in all of these comments, is the concept of separation. If a "shift" takes place (for no one) non-separation is the new "perspective" (not really a perspective (and not new) because a perspective requires a subject and object). However, we must deal with words! Non-separation is the reality, yet separation appears, which is not explainable. Not-knowing (synonym of non-separation?) appears as knowing, so to speak. Seeming paradoxes. Yet there may be a resonance with all this, bringing a felt experience of peace. There seems to be no compromise with non-separation as the total reality. Simplification and clarity...

Appearances of non-separation...

 

Non-separation..

This is all non-separation

Despite appearances..

Appearances are stories

Fueled by separation

Open to interpretation

Scientific theories

Future speculation

Past recomposition..

The power of stories

Those appearances of

Non-separation...

On the edge..

 

Not 2...

 

Not-2

Is immediate

For no-one..

2 is

Never 2..

A source..

 

A source

Is denied in

Radnonduality circles..

Nothing appears as

Everything..or vice versa

Are exhibits of stories

Seeming to claim

A source..

It's not Nothing...

 

It's not Nothing

And not Everything

And It's not It..

Where from here..?

Apparently No-where

But not even No-where..

Liberation and not..?

Wordmaps...

 

Photos are maps

As are words..

Appearances

Everything

Nothing underneath

Or overhead..

Indescribable...

A mystery story..

 

Mystery

Is often the name

Attached to 

What's behind 

The door of

Not-knowing..

Yet what is in

Front of the door

And the door itself

Are equally 

Not-knowing..

Freedom may

Seem to arise in

This tale of

Mystery...

The fearful freedom..

 

The way

Of the negative

May express

The emptiness

Of everything..

The way

Of the positive

May overlook

The emptiness..

Yet whether

Negative or positive

Emptiness beacons 

The fearful freedom...

Grasping for nothing..

 

Grasping 

For nothing

Seems the 

Lot of the

Seeker..

Grasping

A concept is

Really grasping 

Nothing..yet

The concept

Seems to satisfy

The seeker

Temporarily

In its fullness..

Which is fine...

Aisle of nothing...

 

Black Friday

Draws attention to

The shelves..

Inviting the seeker

In all of us

To join in  this

Seasonal story

Of frenzy..

A choice 

To join or withdraw

Only enhances the

Seeker's identity..

Freedom may appear

With the ending of

The choice...

Bleakness...

 

Bleakness

A story of an

Outward blanket

Of whiteness and cold..

Overwhelming perhaps..

Reflections arise of the

Amazing sudden change..

In the story may also arise

A sense of no-time

A sense of no-changing:

No-changing seeming as

Bleakness..

And peace...

Time is and is not..

 

Time

Is and is not..

That it is not

Seems hidden by

That it is..

Yet..time is

And is not are

Not two...

Follow the line.. (Ovidiu Salaru)

 

Me

The character

Has a line

A storied path

Which can be

Recounted..

It's all good

The story stands

As already

The prize

Which was 

Sought by

No one...

(Photo by Ovidiu Salaru)

The spell of separation..

 

Not-two

Breaks the spell

Of separation..

Perhaps..

Perhaps not..

The illogic may

Save the day... 

Emptiness..

 

Emptiness

and

Fullness

Are

Not-two..

The appearing

Fullness

Is empty..

A conceptual

Conundrum...

This..

This..

Is this the best

Word that can be

Used to express

What cannot be

Expressed..?

A failed word

As all words fail..

This is another map

Hiding the territory...

Viewpoints..

 

Separation

Thrives on viewpoints

These solid beliefs

Never questioned as

The root of suffering..

The nagging longing

For suffering's end

Is believed to be 

Rooted elsewhere..

A common story

Already told...

A dearth of words..

 

Radical non-duality

Seems satisfied with  a

Dearth of words:

This

Nothing

Everything 

Appearance

A few more..

These dispose of

The baggage words

Of religion and spirituality..

Perhaps clearing the way

For a resonance with

This..

Peace beyond understanding...

Brightness and burden..

 

Brightness and burden

Is the portrait of 

Many we meet..

She's carrying a book

For the little library

A token of giving..

She's also carrying

Worries of what seems

Shading her life..

Her bright greeting

Registers as the All

Of Thanksgiving...

Salt and pepper..

 

Salt and pepper

Seem to declare

Over and over that

Improvement is at hand..

Always seeming correct..

Hiding the wonder of life's

Immediacy without

Salt and pepper...

Mental health...

 

Mental health

Confronts the trauma

Of the violence of

Separation

For a restoration of what's

Beyond understanding..

Beautiful undertakings

Which are already

Beyond understanding...

Nature's permanence...

 

Nature

In its permanence

Appears as disturbance..

Unsettling wishes for

What is undisturbed

Appear also as

Nature

In its permanence...

Words are tangled..

Words are tangled

Infringing on each other

Claiming more or less

Popping up unexpectedly 

Becoming extinct

Chaos and clarity..

Upon this cauldron

Are built the canons 

Of belief and knowledge

Communicating endlessly

The emptiness which

Seems missing...

Untethered story..

 

Stories may

Seem to be tethered

To assumed separation..

An untethered story

Allows it to float free

Simply as a story

Seeming as freedom...

Two..

 

Two

Seems as bedrock

Of knowing..

Of stories and

Life as known..

All words express

Two..even those 

Words intending to

Express not-two..

Swirling expressions 

Of inescapable 

Not-knowing...

Floodgate opening...

 

An apparent

Shift featuring

"Appearances" of

Separation

Arising..

Such may be

An opening

To the use of "I"

And "me" with

Abandon..and to

An opening 

Of a floodgate

Of stories about

Whatever..all 

With the apparent

Shift intact...

Seeking..

 

Seeking

To modify the self

So to experience a 

Missing wholeness..

Finding a path to home..

A beautiful story...

Longing and seeking..

Longing and seeking

Are appearances of life

Whether showing up as

Appearances or not..

A script of joy and sorrow..

 

The self..

Some capitalize as

Self..but it is all

The same self..

Yet it is not the

Self we thought..

The self appears

As story character

Empty and unknown

Beautifully engaged

In a script

of joy and sorrow and

Seeming separation...

Trappings...

Trappings..

These are the persuaders 

For the reign of separation..

Trappings appear

As words and stories

Memories and plans

Which are called home..

A home built on endless

Trappings..

"You." The word designates what seems to be the root of separation. You/Me accumulates all the trappings of separation, and these trappings foster the belief in the separate individual. To whom separation is an unquestioned belief. Subject-object is perhaps separation's best ally, because language and words, trappings also, offer seemingly undeniable support, due to their subject-object engines. There is a paradoxical story, but only a story, that all of these trappings express no-separation...There are many trappings stories! Maybe all stories are trappings stories...

The storied "I"...

 

The storied "I"

Is the I

The only I

And cannot be known..

Yet life seems to be

Attempt after attempt

To find a hint of truth

About the storied I...

Words are the mystery

 

As it is

Is a mystery..

Nothing appearing

And not appearing..

Words pick and choose

Try and fail

And in trying

Are the mystery...

Foreground and background..

 

Foreground and

Background..

A seeming separation 

And context builder

For a story of wholeness..

It is the story of what

Sometimes poses as

An explanation of

What cannot be explained...

Words of religions..

 

Words

From an imaginary

Beginning..form

The stories told

By religions..

Separation illusions

Set the fears

And expectations

Over spans of time..

And create the

Listing of rules of

Belonging for one to

Live a life of faith...

Sonnet 29..

 

Haply I think on thee

Wholeness as a lark

At break of new day

Wipes away separation's grip

And rises in recognition of

The sullen stories which

Separate me and thee...CC

https://nosweatshakespeare.com/sonnets/

A suggestion of freedom...

 

Freedom

In a story 

Is sought..

But seemingly

Stories confine..

Although a shift

Suggesting freedom

May occur with

Noticing of

A story as story...

Mystery words...

 

Standing out..

A word

Any word

Seems to stand out

As a map

An explanation

A story

A mystery...

A plethora of alternate stories..

A character

Reading a billboard

Advertising "something"

Named "Alternate Health.."

Could be a piece of scripture

Perhaps a parable inviting

A plethora of alternate

Stories..

One of them here...

Rivers and mountains..

 

Landscapes

Out there are illusion..

Yet whether considered

Illusion or not

Beauty is declared..

No-separation seems to 

Prevail...

Fear and Awe..

 

Fear and awe

Are not separated..

As any two words

Are not..

These seeming

Expressions of

Not-knowing...

Stories and Peace...

 

The stories

Terrorism and war

Bring attention to

The battleground

Of separation believed..

This simple diagnosis

May seem to suggest

Both a lack of hope

And a solution..but

Both are more stories..

A suggestion of

Peace...? 

Not-knowing..

 

Not-Two

Is not-knowing..

The "finding"

Of no separation

Between any

Two seeming things...

The senses..

 

The senses

Sometimes seen as

Fundamental producers

Of what appears..

As is the brain..

Cause and effect

Tells this logical 

Empty story...

Need to know..

 

Not knowing

Seems as freedom

When appearing as a

Need to know...

The river..

 

The river

Seems to 

Flow and connect..

An inventor of time

Arguing persuasively

Of the time and space of things..

Yet stillness and motion

Are not-two..rendering the

River a pop-up miracle...

Louise Gluck poems...

 

Louise Gluck poems..

https://www.poemhunter.com/louise-gluck/poems/