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
And not Everything
And It's not It..
Where from here..?
Apparently No-where
But not even No-where..
Liberation and not..?
Photos are maps
As are words..
Appearances
Everything
Nothing underneath
Or overhead..
Indescribable...
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 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
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...
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
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..
That it is not
Seems hidden by
That it is..
Yet..time is
And is not are
Not two...
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)
Not-two
Breaks the spell
Of separation..
Perhaps..
Perhaps not..
The illogic may
Save the day...
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
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
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
Confronts the trauma
Of the violence of
Separation
For a restoration of what's
Beyond understanding..
Beautiful undertakings
Which are already
Beyond understanding...
Nature
In its permanence
Appears as disturbance..
Unsettling wishes for
What is undisturbed
Appear also as
Nature
In its permanence...
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...
Stories may
Seem to be tethered
To assumed separation..
An untethered story
Allows it to float free
Simply as a story
Seeming as freedom...
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
To modify the self
So to experience a
Missing wholeness..
Finding a path to home..
A beautiful story...
Longing and seeking
Are appearances of life
Whether showing up as
Appearances or not..
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..
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"
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...
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..
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
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...
Freedom
In a story
Is sought..
But seemingly
Stories confine..
Although a shift
Suggesting freedom
May occur with
Noticing of
A story as story...
Standing out..
A word
Any word
Seems to stand out
As a map
An explanation
A story
A mystery...
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...
Landscapes
Out there are illusion..
Yet whether considered
Illusion or not
Beauty is declared..
No-separation seems to
Prevail...
