polarityinplay..!: October 2023

Monday, October 30, 2023

Fear and Awe..

Fear and awe

Are not separated..

As any two words

Are not..

These seeming

Expressions of

Not-knowing...

Sunday, October 29, 2023

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...

Saturday, October 28, 2023

Need to know..

Not knowing

Seems as freedom

When appearing as a

Need to know...

Tuesday, October 24, 2023

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/

Alternate realities..

The alternate reality

Of a penny arcade..

Will it arise that

All realities including

What has been known

As the true one..are all

Alternate spinnings of

Stories which in their

Words and mapping

Seem to claim their

Grasp of imagination...

The bitter pill..

The bitter pill

Is bitter because

There are desires for

This and not that..

Bitter-pill stories

Abound as separation

Beliefs hold sway..such

Appearances of

Wholeness...

Carrots and bananas..

Carrots and bananas

Are not-two

As any two "things"

Are not-two..

Despite appearances

Which suggest otherwise..

Nonsensical..but

It seems the key to

Not-knowing which

Pervades...

Stories of separation..

It seems

Any word

Might stand for

What is called indescribable

Or what seems describable..

Flexible words are all

Stories of separation...

Thought for the day....... “True freedom is when all the stories, all the insights, all the realizations, concepts, beliefs and positions dissolve. What remains is what you are; a vast, conscious, luminous space simply resting in itself, not knowing a thing, at the point where all things are possible.” Enza Vita

Monday, October 23, 2023

Not-knowing and no-separation...

Not-knowing

And no-separation

Are not-two...

Grace is indescribable..

Grace

Is indescribable

Yet scriptures try

And try again to

Express grace..

A lengthy story

Or simple pointers

Fail the trial

But can be found

As grace itself..

A story of freedom...

Raindrops..

Raindrops

Cloud the windshield

Blurring the boundaries..

Separation diminished

Seemingly..

Yet the raindrop lens

Seems to hide

The clarity behind

And the separation

Assumption is not

Foiled..end of story...

Saturday, October 21, 2023

Emptiness speaks of emptiness...

Appearances

May seem as

Limitations..

Pretending to describe

The indescribable..

Yet in simple appearances

Emptiness speaks of

Emptiness...

Thursday, October 19, 2023

As it is....(Hays response)..

It's whole and

Complete

As it is

Regardless of the

Swirl of stories

Which simply are

Wholeness expressing

Whatever it seems...

Hays,

That piece pretty much says it. Sin and separation are seen as synonymous. That is something that

Christians don't seem to appreciate..but it makes things much more simple. Start with separation, and consider

the implications of no-separation, no time and space, cause and effect, etc., and no "things." Ending the

assumption that separation is the reality, which is a persistent assumption for all of us. This makes no sense.

Can't be understood. But, somehow, separation may appear as "before." No-thing appears as everything,

which may feel like wholeness, or peace beyond understanding, or grace. That's the short story.

Maybe a shorter story, referred in the piece, is simply to say that the Whole is acting, not the believed separate

individual.

And recognizing the above as stories, collections of words, seems important..and there may, or may not, be

a resonance... (Seeing stories as stories provides the needed grain of salt! )

Charlie

The Ultimate Sin

Give up your separateness.

For whom does the bell toll?

It tolls for you.

Who is crowned queen?

You are—and beggar, fool, and clown.

That is the sin: to be only your puny self

when you are really world and godhead.

Give up vanity, yes, and lies and pride.

Give up judging (the one you judge is yourself ).

But above all, renounce being many, multitude, and mad.

Go sane.

You are the whole, not part;

the entire, not the piece.

Come home to being world

and galaxy

and universe.

I beg you,

sacrifice non-being,

the illusion of being only you.

Be what you are:

be all.

I beg of you, stop sinning:

give up your separateness.

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

The Peace of Wild Things. (Wendell Berry)

The Peace of Wild Things


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry