Characters and scenarios..

 

The character

In our stories

Suffers consequences

Fears death and loss

Searches for a balm

Finds temporary relief

Endures with pride

Questions a purpose..

We are characters

Scenarios as above

Empty and full..

Peace dressed as 

Understanding...

No-shift may appear as a shift..

 

Journeys and paths

Seem as frequent reporting..

Excursions in and out

Of shifted experience..

Exasperation may find

A story of freedom:

No-shift may appear as a shift

Or a lost shift...

Weeds..

Weeds

Are named as 

The distortions in life..

That which keeps what

Is pure and happy

Under wraps..

"Hoe the weeds" is

Presented as fixer

Of lives entangled

With sinful weeds..

Hoe without ceasing

Die if need be

To find the lost glow..

Yet the secret all along

Has been that the 

Weeds and the hoe and

That daffodil over there

Already glow...

(Now..excuse pls

Gotta go hoe..)

Lessons I Learned in My Garden

             by      Jerome Goodley

Sins are like weeds:

·       There is never only one.

·       They grow anywhere.

·       There are more than we think once we start to look and pull them out.

·       Some need continual removal; some can be removed once and for all.

·       They are removed easiest when small and new, some have taproots that grow deeply very quickly.

·       Only with careful observation do we see how many there are.

·       Some hide under wanted plants or in what we think of as good; grow, among favorite things and entangle their roots.

·       Ignoring them allows them to flourish.

·       Some stay in one location, some spread (some slowly, other quickly).

·       Some broadcast seeds and get into everything.

·       Some have deep roots, some shallow roots, some, when a part is removed, die.  Some must be removed entirely or they will emerge again.

·       Only constant tending will keep them under control.

·       There are always the ones we overlook.

·       By diligent attention to weeding, the ones remaining become more obvious.

·       They are everywhere, even in the most carefully of tended places.

·       Looking away does not negate them.

·       Some have deep roots and little showing above; some have great show above and shallow roots.

              I wondered why I weeded my garden.  Am I accepting others aesthetics of what a garden should look like?  Does it really please me to see all the weeds gone?  Then I understood.  In my life there are people and situations that I cannot avoid or do not like and that there is little I can do about them.  However, I can pull out a weed, or many weeds, and get rid of them, which I could not do with situations, and certainly not with people. 

Each appears as Each..

 

Each appears as Each

Strange story perhaps..

Yet~~

Nothing appears as each

Nothing appears as nothing

Each appears as each...

No separation..!!

 

No separation..

This fundamental 

Bears repeating..

But apparently

Not heard in 

Repeated stories..

But along may come

A story with a paradox

Nestled within..and

The buzz that arises

Shouts with glee:

No separation..

No separate brain..

 

Yes

There is

No separate brain

But it seems

The brain is

Engaged in

Awareness and

Uniqueness of

The appearing self..

Twists and Turns..

 

Twists and Turns..

The story finds

Already This

Appearing as that..

Amazing..but

Me may re-enter

Jump on stage

Desperate to find

Unfindable This..

The saving grace:

Desperation too is

Already This...

"Too"..

 

"Too"

As in

"That too is This.."

Words trying to

Make too into one...

The Shift..(..Lisa Lennon)..

 

~The Shift by Lisa Lennon~

*There is a seeming shift that happens when a contraction that believes itself to be a somebody, drops away. Everything that I am going to say about it is going to sound contradictory because when speaking in the story happens, the contradiction is that it never happened.*

*There appears to be a moment when the feeling of being a someone seems to drop. This is not an intellectual happening, it's like a release from the prison of going from a contracted sense of being a me to it being seen that it's always, this. There seems to be a period or process of leading up to that time that can be really, really painful for the me.*

*What happens is there can suddenly be just what is, (this vast nothing) and then the feeling of losing it and becoming contracted again seems to happen*. What seems to happen is, when the contracted sense of self comes back, there's then a looking for this again. What's seen is that sense of having to look for it again was only what was happening in this; it's just a happening.

It can be so energetically strong yet it can't be looked for because it is no thing. Nothing here knows that. *Nothing here knows that there was a me that died. It's an apparent collapse of a feeling of being somebody. It's like having a hood on, and it's taken off.* Sometimes experiences can go with that.

Here, there was a very strong experience that I didn't know if I was actually alive. I thought I was in some sort of dead limbo land. It was very strong. I'm calling it energetic because it's not like an understanding, it's not understood because there isn't anything to understand.

*There is no me that knows it's dropped. There is no me that knows it's died. There isn't anything here that can know that it's died. It's simply a shift from the feeling of being me to what is. Just this.*

It's here before there is any knowing of it. Knowing, is just a happening. The shift does not really take place, it's an appearance of it taking place because nothing knows it.

There is a seeming process of there being a me and then not a me. That to-ing and fro-ing between me and this can go on but that too can be seen that it's just a happening. Then, it apparently drops away, which can happen in many ways; it can be cool and it can also be quite dramatic. *There are no rules to this because it isn't a process. It either happens or it doesn't.*

*There's nothing that can get anyone to this because there isn't anybody.* *There isn't anyone here that can know that anyone's died. It's very clear that there wasn't anyone really there. It's just what it is. This, is all there is. That's what's left and no one knows it. There was never anyone to know it.*

Even this quote from the bible speaks of this, interesting! 🙂

Amos 8:12. And they shall wander from sea to sea, and from the north even to the east, they shall run to and fro to seek the word of the LORD, and shall not find [it].

An outrageous concept..

 

No-separation

An outrageous 

Concept..with

No explanations

No debates..

Nothing at all..

Yet...

Open the dictionary...

 

No-separation

Is the concept

Giving permission to

Open the dictionary

And free all the words..

Seemingly...

Unexplainable Permanence..

 

An unexplainable

Permanence seems to

Roll out..all of the

Stories of days and seasons..

The Road Not Taken...

 

There is one road

And really not one..

Forks are impressions

Of what is not

Separation..

Yet the story is alive

With seeming choices

Which in melancholy

And in joy seem as

Life beautifully lived...

“The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

― Robert Frost

The rider..

 

The rider

Riding in a

Landscape of separation

Is the story of the

Western Hero

Confronting what's bad

Upholding what's good

Questions on hold..

This too..is already This...

Unspeakable..

 

No separation

No understanding

Just the unspeakable

Speaking out

Telling every story

As unspeakable

Peace...

The proverbial finger..

 

The proverbial finger

Pointing out the moon

Drawing attention to

What seems other with

A meaning otherwise..

A futile attempt to use

Words to find 

Unfindable wholeness...

Processing a shift..

 

Separation

Seeming to fade

Boundaries unclear..

An old story:

Coaxing a shift

By a snapshot of

What's between..

The story of processes

Conceding separation...

Departures..

 

Departures

Are simultaneous

Arrivals..

Point A is already B..

Life and death..

Time it seems

Is the arrival of

What seems...

Separation is not..

 

Separation 

Is not..

Yet.. it seems so..

Which may feel

Fearful

Peaceful..

A nutshell story...

Separation is found as illusion or appearance..

 

Seemingly

Separation is found as

Illusion or appearance..

As illusion..it is

Steadfastly believed as

What is..

As appearance..it is

Steadfastly felt as

Emptiness appearing..

Both are 

Illusory appearances 

Of No-separation..

No moon at all..

 

Ending of parables..

 

Parables

Those stories many

And unending

A seeker's path

Ending  with

The end of these

Parables...

Wearing the No's..

 

No there no here

No me no other

No cause no effect

Same with this and that..

Wearing the No's

Seemingly

2's are all back..

Juice of life

Freedom...

Being walked..

 

A walker

Feeling like me

Being walked..

No walker

Not me...

Rough patches..

 

Rough patches

Are simply

No-patch seeming

Rough..

Same story 

Different words

Always new...

Nothing new..

 

Nothing new..

Yet always new..

Explanations..

 

  

Objectification

Is told as the process

Of the mind in

Naming and describing

Whatever appears..

This whole story

Pops up in

Explanation of what

Cannot be explained..

No-explanation

Seeming to explain...

As it is...

 

What are the

Implications of

No-separation..?

More than  few 

Books written..

The worst seller

Likely is short:

"As it is"..(reviewed as

5-stars..!)

Time..no such thing...

 

Time

No such thing

Apparently..

The Greeks found

Two kinds:

Clock and no-clock..

As these two tangle

And point to each other

Seeming to show

Time

No such thing

Apparently...

Words suggest separation..

 

Does separation remain

In what was just said..?

(The police are watching..)

If so..some more words

Or different words

Might fix it..

Alas..each and every

Word suggests separation..

What is one to do

Or not do..?

Impossible scenes..

 

Photos 

From the apparent past..

With not-2 as what's what

These photos and their

Stories are amazing..

Photos of impossible scenes of

Extraordinary ordinariness...

Dissociation..

 

Dissociation 

A standing-alone

Of whatever appears..

Speculation of what went

Before and after are new

Appearances of

Dissociation

A standing-alone...

Seeds of Seeking...

 

(Rothko painting..)

Seemingly

Imagination

Creates stories

Over and under 

What is appearing..

These are seeds of a

Seeker's search for

Completion.. unease

Over what is

Already here

Including the seeds...

Divergences..

 

Divergences

Are the stories told

Of paths and choices

Of seeking 

Improvement..

Of paths not taken

Regrets and doubts

Better choices ahead..

All rolled up as

Divergences of what

Does not diverge...

The miracle of Seeming..!!

 

Take

Any two thoughts

These seeming 2

Are not 2..

This is the miracle of

Seeming...

Just the no-brainer..

 

Right brain

Says nothing

Left says

Nothing appearing..

Yet..there is no brain

Whether right or left..

Just the no-brainer:

What seems happening...

Attention is the appearance of subject and object...

 

Attention

Is  immediacy.. 

Appearance of

Subject and object..

Separation 

Shouts out as the

Object is named

Or not named

Standing alone..

With no attention

The naming story

Is apparently 

Untold...

Nothing shifts...

 

Is 

Nothing

The negating of

Something..and

Simultaneously 

Appearance as

Something..

Some call this 

A shift story..

Yet nothing shifts...

A troll..

 

A troll

A startling encounter

With one's self as a

Personage found in

A natural setting..

Merged with  

Rocks and sky

And a slight smile

A knowing smile

Of the unknowing of

What seems coming 

And going...

Nothing appears this way...

 

Focus

Is the seeming

Opening and narrowing

Of the viewer's

Perspective of things..

Large and small

An assumption of an

Inner and outer..and

What's amazing is

Nothing appears this way...

Indifference in nature..

 

Indifference

Appears in nature..

Indifference to

Seemingly

Separate and different

Measures of importance..

Indifference

Appears as

Difference..

Perhaps an

Unsettling peace...

Red and blue..

 

Freedom and

Bondage

Life and death 

Red and blue

Appearing to be two

Yet a sameness prevails..

This may feel as the

Storied peace..passing

Understanding...