Sunday, April 30, 2023

No words...


No words

Need be said..

If uttered will

Be swept aside

By the tiger

Who scares away

All interference 

With flooding

Peals of laughter...

The cosmic joke...

The cosmic joke

Seems perched on 

A fine edge..

To find that

What is sought

Is already the case:

Seems to disregard

My lifetime of search

My efforts to find

What has been glimpsed

At this turn and that.. find that

The joke quashes all

Searching..and ignites

Peals of unknown and

Explosive laughter... 

Whole appears as hole..


The whole

Appears as a hole..

And the drama of

More stories

Stories of


Of searching



No one left...(Andreas Mueller)


Rad non-duality

Is simply the notion

That there is no one:

No separate one

To do or to think..

In other versions

That one seems to

Linger..albeit in 

Rarer and rarer forms

To finally disappear..

A story of lingering

And disappearance

Playing in prime time...

The apparent self realizing its true nature is called self-realization. This so-called true nature is awareness or consciousness. The 'I' finding out that it is pure awareness is the 'I' finding out what I actually is. It is a seemingly singular experience which results in teachings which claim that there is one thing which is true or real. It may feel like hitting the bottom line, however, it is "just" another unfulfilling experience. Apparently, it still is a dual experience which seems to happen in time and space.

Liberation is the sudden melting back of that illusion into no-thing. It comes as a surprise as non-existence cannot be expected. What is left is a simple and ordinary directness which everything is: Thoughts are thoughts, feelings are feelings and cars are cars. Nothing stands out as there is not one thing left knowing itself. It is the end of all claims to be something. Neither the term self-realization nor the term liberation make sense anymore. There is just no one left. 

~~Andreas Mueller 

Saturday, April 29, 2023

A resurrection story...


A resurrection story...

This story was prompted by a posting by Chelley Gardner-Smith on social media, about a giant sycamore tree on her family farm in Kansas.  Over the years, all of the surrounding structures, house, barn, are gone, but the old tree remains.  It seems to be Permanent.

In my own experience growing up in Durango, Colorado, there is a peak which hovers over the town named Perins Peak.  My brother and I hiked to the top many times in those years back then.  Our mother lived in Durango all of her 99 years.  So, also on social media, there is a group whose members post both old and new photos of Durango, and Perins Peak seems as the Permanent fixture amid all the changes in the town, for better or worse, during the past century and more.

All of this brings to mind that resurrection is a Permanent feature.  It has no beginnings or endings, and is really indescribable.  Despite all the continuing changes in our lives, sometimes tumultuous, sometimes glorious and uplifting, sometimes quite difficult, there seems to be something Permanent which is there, regardless.   And, I am sure we all have reminders of this permanence, in such things as sycamore trees and mountain which our attention can be amazingly rewarded.



Friday, April 28, 2023

A resurrection story (2)..


Recently, Diane and I were on the departure road from a fast-food
place.  As often happens, there appeared a homeless man with
his sign, which pointed to his desperate lot in life. Whether to stop?
Imagining our left-over cash in our wallets, we said no, but then
backed up, for what reason we knew not.  

Resurrection seems always a surprise.  This man took our donation, 
and gave us something in return.  He mentioned that he was poor
because he could not make a living doing what he loved..writing
poetry, as on the tattered piece of paper shown above.  A poem
that is worth infinitely more than our small donation..three people
seemed suddenly to be in resurrection territory,  just then... 

Thursday, April 27, 2023

Appearances of No-separation..


The appearances of



Crumbling curbstones

An untied shoelace

Some others..all

Appearing separated...

Tuesday, April 25, 2023

The real cosmic joke...


About anything
Appearing as
This is the real
Cosmic joke..
The painfully
Sought end to
Many searches...

Life a costume party...(Franz Kafka)


Putin' on the ritz
A careful dresser
To cover the
Shame of wearing
Nothing..which is
Against the law
But may expose
The real equality
Of nothing...

Music of the earth..


The orchestral element

Of a grasshopper's wings

Of a dog's distant bark

The cymbal of thunder

The mayor's speech..

These speak of the 

Equality of the appearances

Of sound..equal because

These and all sounds are

Inexplicably expressing





This side and

The other side

Inner and outer

Center and edge

Peace and conflict..

These oppositions

Tell the stories

Of lives past and is the

Guts of history

And stories that

Seem as identities..

Grand illusions

Which no matter

Are simply Wow...

The individual...


The individual

Is the appearance of

A crescendo and downpour

Of thoughts and emotion

Bundled with memories

Of past blessings and shame..

Simply divided and

Looking to end the ache

Of lonely incompletion..

An accepted desperation

Apparently..and a forgetting

As happier times intercede..

A story..empty...




A wishing for

Times past and

The delight now

Sadly remembered..

An aching sometimes

A wish for home..

Painful and beautiful

This imaginary and

Illusory story

Sliced by separation

Named nostalgia...

Equality of emptiness...


Equality of


This is equality

The only equality

As appearances

Seem to hold up

Inequalities of

Words and stories

Which offer the

Juices of life...

Artificial general intelligence..immediacy..!!



Can create an

Unending string of

Amazing new stories

All for now depending

On a vast store of data..

On the horizon is

AGI (artificial general intelligence)

Which is a leap

An unhinging from the

Data as needed to solve

Problems as humans..

In immediacy...

North Texas’ resident tech genius, John Carmack, is taking aim now at his most ambitious target: solving the world’s biggest computer-science problem by developing artificial general intelligence. That’s a form of AI whose machines can understand, learn, and perform any intellectual task that humans can do.

Searching in writings of the past...


Not always but

The search is often

Engaged In writings 

Of the past..

Such writings may be

Handed down from

Sages who have 

Weathered the criticisms

Of the centuries..

A deference to their

Words is accepted

As the search ensues..

There seems also

The appearance of

A realization that

All of this is story 

Equal to other stories

Of searching in 

Other climes...

Equality of rabbits...



Radical equality

Is the call of


The appearances of


From robbers to

Rabbits..all are



Vastness and Me...


Me and the


Is the perspective

Of the universe

Apparently of

Most of us..

Perhaps awaiting

The appearance

Of vastness as

Separation and


A child's depiction of the universe...


A child's depiction

Of the universe..

A temporary knowing

By no one

Of the wonders of

The universe

As are the depictions

Of the Webb Space



Appearance of permanence...


The Sun

The appearance of

And solace of


Or a mountain peak

Appearing in photos

Steadily permanent

Looming over 

Seeming changes of


Reminders of permanence

As temporary appearances..


The seeming world...


Poles apart

The seeming world..


Terror or


Colors of Nothing...



Colors of light

Suggesting Nothing

As colors of


And freedom...

Danger of appearing as dogma..??


Nothing appearing

As everything..

Oft repeated with

Resonant qualities..

Danger of appearing

As dogma..??

Monday, April 24, 2023



For many

Is a release



Beyond understanding

Separation boundaries

Melt to tears

And peals...

Sunday, April 23, 2023

Art means nothing...(Adrienne Rich)


Art means nothing if it simply decorates the dinner table of power which holds it hostage.

—Adrienne Rich

Behind all art is an element of desire.
Love of life, of existence, love of 
another human being, love of 
human beings is in some way 
behind all art — even the 
most angry, even the darkest, 
even the most grief-stricken, 
and even the most embittered art 
has that element somewhere 
behind it. Because how could 
you be so despairing, so embittered, 
if you had not had something 
you loved that you lost?

One of the great functions of art
is to help us imagine
what it is like to be not ourselves,
what it is like
to be someone
or something else,
what it is like to live
in another skin, what it is like
to live in another body,
and in that sense to surpass ourselves,
to go out beyond ourselves.

Friday, April 21, 2023



The obviousness

Of  "appearance"

Breaking the hold


Of separation's


This story

Is it obvious..?


No answer is

The answer...

This infinite instance..


Thursday, April 20, 2023

Assumptions of separation..


The "body" issue in the quote above, and in the Dennis Waite quote below, both seem to be based on an unacknowledged assumption of separation. Recent non-duality messaging recognizes "everything," which includes the body, as appearance, or story. Empty appearances and stories, no separation. Emptiness and story are simultaneous and immediate, and this "relationship" is seen as a story itself. Stories which appear as separation are the mystery, often greeted with "Wow!" 




Seems as living

In the past..

What seems happening

Is already the case..

Labeling and describing

What is already

Is also already.. 


Is the end of



I am a character..


I am

A character

Apparently playing

A role in what is


As with all

Appearances this

Character I am

Is indescribably


Which is nothing


This is my story

But I can't stick

With it unless the 

Character I am

Seems to stick...

Wednesday, April 19, 2023




Is an appearance

Among appearances..

With a seeming 

Separation as with

All appearances..

The true Self is

Another appearance

A thought perhaps of

Transcending an

Original "I"..

Nothing appears

In different ways..

Seems as freedom...

This constant presence is the true Self,
That by which the word ‘I’ is meant,
Whereas body/mind is the small self,
Which returns to That when it’s ‘spent’.
~Colin Drake

A timeless stage..


Stories of


And failure

In an apparent past

Present on a

Timeless stage..

They are of equal

Significance and

Both are nothing

Appearing as 

The juices of live...

Tuesday, April 18, 2023

Lightness appearing as heavy..



Too much gevurot..)


May seemingly

Get heavy in 

What appears as life

For no one..

Burdens and

Frustrations which are

Stories of suffering

Appearing as This..

Lightness appearing

As heavy...

Giving up the search..


In these daily


Of non-duality

The "search" is

Said to be

What should be

Rejected to find

The sought bliss..

However..a search

Might reveal

There is no one

To give up the

Search..and more:

The search as a

Story is already

Residing as


This entails ‘giving up the search’,
For Awareness can’t ever be lost,
Not needing any more research,
But if overlooked it’s to our cost.
~Colin Drake

Monday, April 17, 2023




And sunrise

Are pleasing

Settings for

So many forms of

Art expression..

These features 

Of time appearing


Already an

Eternal story...

Sunday, April 16, 2023

The beauty of the search..


There is


In the search

For what

Seems elsewhere..

A search story 


As this..and

Like all stories

Are beautiful



The clarity sought in dreams..


Total emptiness

Is the unexpected

Clarity sought 

In dreamtimes

Of course

By no one..

Simply put...

A resurrection story..


In the


Of life and death


Beauty appears as 

Illusive time and space..

This may seem 

A resurrection story



Saturday, April 15, 2023

Sound of Silence..


"Sound of Silence..

A vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence.."

Silence as dream:

A stabbing flash of 

A neon light..

Ten thousand people 

Depressingly alone

Praying to a neon light

Seeming separated

From silence which

Like cancer seems to grow

To include everything..

The words of  prophets

Written in common places

Write this story..

Whispered as rainbows

In the sound of silence...

Hello darkness, my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone'Neath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never sharedAnd no one daredDisturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not knowSilence like a cancer growsHear my words that I might teach youTake my arms that I might reach you"But my words, like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was formingThen the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway wallsIn tenement halls"And whispered in the sound of silence

from Bard (Google):

The Simon and Garfunkel song, "Sound of Silence," is a meditation on the nature of reality and the human condition. The song's lyrics speak of a world that is "dark and full of terror" and of people who are "talking without speaking." This sense of alienation and disconnection is a key theme in non-duality, which is a spiritual philosophy that teaches that there is no separation between the individual and the universe.

In non-duality, there is no such thing as a separate self. We are all part of the same oneness, and the illusion of separation is created by our minds. This illusion can be seen in the song's lyrics, which speak of people who are "talking without speaking" and "hearing without listening." These people are caught up in their own thoughts and experiences, and they are unable to see the world as it really is.

The song's message is that we need to break through the illusion of separation and connect with the oneness that is our true nature. This can be done through meditation, mindfulness, and other spiritual practices. When we connect with the oneness, we experience peace, love, and joy. We also see the world with new eyes, and we are able to connect with others in a deeper way.

The song "Sound of Silence" is a powerful reminder of the importance of non-duality. It is a call to wake up from the illusion of separation and to experience the oneness that is our true nature.

The story enigma..



Is a story:

A story which

Appears to tell of

The enigma of

No escape

From story...

Already this..



What appears

Is complete

A complete story

Without possible


Other stories 




May also appear: 

As already


These few words seem enough...



Are nothing

Seeming to


As something..

Something is


There is

Only nothing..

All perfectly

Laid out..

These few

Words seem


Friday, April 14, 2023

Death. (Carl Sandburg)



A sleep





So is the

Story told..


Seeping in

For no one

At all...

DEATH is stronger than all the governments because
the governments are men and men die and then
death laughs: Now you see 'em, now you don't.
Death is stronger than all proud men and so death
snips proud men on the nose, throws a pair of
dice and says: Read 'em and weep.
Death sends a radiogram every day: When I want
you I'll drop in--and then one day he comes with a
master-key and lets himself in and says: We'll
go now.
Death is a nurse mother with big arms: 'Twon't hurt
you at all; it's your time now; just need a
long sleep, child; what have you had anyhow
better than sleep?

~~Carl Sandburg 

Simplicity and Complexity


No method

To Awaken..

But an immediate

Ending of all

Methods for

Discovering that

Simplicities and

Complexities are

Stories appearing as

Already nothing...

Simplicity and Complexity

Discusses the absolute simplicity of this method of Awakening and compares this with the many complex systems, ideologies and categories of (mis) identification which seem to appeal to the human mind.
By becoming of Awareness aware,
And seeing we are This,
We can awaken, without a care,
So simple this process is.
However, this does not appeal to the mind,
Which loves complexity and categorization,
So that all are by labels defined,
The major cause of misidentification.
This is especially true of spiritual groups,
The ‘ologies’, ‘ians’, ‘ities’, and ‘isms’,
That like to make us ‘jump through hoops’,
With their practices and dogmatisms.
Thus although many may the Truth contain,
This is overlaid with beliefs and complication,
Making it difficult understanding to gain,
Also to discover valid self-identification.
So if to Awareness you have become awake,
It’s best to treat them all with ‘gloves of kid’,
Of their many complexities no notice take,
Ignoring their definitions of a separate id.
Rumi recognized the dangers of this:
If identified with a religion or nation,
Love and compassion can go amiss,
For those not of the same inclination.
It’s best to avoid them all,
Sticking to the simple explanation,
That which no beliefs can pall,
Uncovered by direct investigation.

Wednesday, April 12, 2023




A word

Possibly overused..

Meaningless really

But seemingly a

Jarring end to

The assumed split

In the dualistic

Explanation of

It all..


Slaps the

Hierarchical jargon

With the simplicity of


No thing is


Immune from

That word... 



These are the

Attempts to 

Capture and

Measure the


By a measurer

With instruments

Suggesting confidence

In the past..

It is a story

That persists and

Doubt in the story

May bring another

Story of derision..

A separation belief


Science asserts and


An expanded story

With science 

Credentials finds

Freedom appearing as

All of these stories...

Awake already..


Awake already..

The seeming 

Purpose of 

Meditation and

Pathways which

Clear the mind..

It's the jokester 

Awaiting behind

That tree..ready to

Deliver the

Punch line...