Waiting...(for Godot)

 

What does Godot mean in Hebrew?

Its primary meaning is “straight” but when it 

comes to temporal settings, it means “immediately”. 

When Mark talks about Jesus, there is no such 

thing as “waiting for Godot”.

Sameness..

“I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.”

~ Jack Kerouac

A Stillness Story...

 

Stillness

Without an opposite

Appears as opposite..

This story appearing as

Not even stillness...

"Shifts.."

 

"Shifts.."

In perception

Seem to happen

Unpredictably

Immediately as

Nothing appears..

Astoundingly 

Without instruction

Without explanation

Without fanfare...

Seeking for nothing...

 

All seeking

Is for nothing

Although the seeker

May say not so..

Removal..

 

Removal of

The unwanted

Offers

Temporary relief

Relaxation..but

Please

Look over there..

A separation

Scenario unfolds...

Magic..!!

 

Magic

Is the paradox

Of sameness

Appearing differently...

It's all permanence

Yet seeming temporary..

Seeming is the magic

Disguising permanence

As permanence...

Stillness 

Is the baseline 

Which magically and

Spontaneously is

What is heard...

Those highs and lows...

 

Those highs and lows

Peaks and valleys

Appear to arise..

It is the script which

Seems as a script

Or seems not..these

"Seemings" are

Simply not two..

Rendering the scripts

Filled with the 

Freedom of what is

Unknowable...

Need and Awe...

Awe and desire..

Desire appears

Following maps of

Separation for

Beauty not

Found in what's

Here..

Desire's end is

Stunned by an

Appearance of awe..

Desire and awe

Are not two

And here after all...

Nature...

 

Nature

Can be the

Unexplainable word

The infinite everything

The vastness

Which appears as

Nature's variations

Including what may

Seem other than

Nature...

Monet Refuses the Operation...

 Monet Refuses the Operation

BY LISEL MUELLER

Doctor, you say there are no haloes

around the streetlights in Paris

and what I see is an aberration

caused by old age, an affliction.

I tell you it has taken me all my life

to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,

to soften and blur and finally banish

the edges you regret I don’t see,

to learn that the line I called the horizon

does not exist and sky and water,

so long apart, are the same state of being.

Fifty-four years before I could see

Rouen cathedral is built

of parallel shafts of sun,

and now you want to restore

my youthful errors: fixed

notions of top and bottom,

the illusion of three-dimensional space,

wisteria separate

from the bridge it covers.

What can I say to convince you

the Houses of Parliament dissolve

night after night to become

the fluid dream of the Thames?

I will not return to a universe

of objects that don’t know each other,

as if islands were not the lost children

of one great continent.  The world

is flux, and light becomes what it touches,

becomes water, lilies on water,

above and below water,

becomes lilac and mauve and yellow

and white and cerulean lamps,

small fists passing sunlight

so quickly to one another

that it would take long, streaming hair

inside my brush to catch it.

To paint the speed of light!

Our weighted shapes, these verticals,

burn to mix with air

and change our bones, skin, clothes

to gases.  Doctor,

if only you could see

how heaven pulls earth into its arms

and how infinitely the heart expands

to claim this world, blue vapor without end.

Lisel Mueller, "Monet Refuses the Operation" from Second Language. Copyright © 1996 by Lisel Mueller.  Reprinted by permission of Louisiana State University Press.

Source: Second Language (Louisiana State University Press, 1996)

Cracks, Light, Everything...

 

Cracks

Light

Everything

Leonard connects

What cannot be

Connected..

Stillness sings...

Dream scripts..

 

Thought

Reports what 

Seems to be 

Happening..

Dream scripts

Connecting

That which is

Without connection...

Potpourri..

 

A word

Creates the 

World anew..

Creating poles

Dancing to

Their own tune...

Religion

Spirituality 

Are busy with

Various expressions

Of what cannot

Be expressed...

A melding

Of two religions

into one..

Syncretism..

Another wording

Arrives to express

What cannot be

Expressed...

Saying too much

Is what happens

When words are

Used to express

Nothing at all...

Coffee or tea..

 

Coffee or tea..

The conventional story

Is a choice in time..

Another one:

A mini-story

With a mini

Gap in time for

Choice and retort..

Amazing or not

That is the story of

Choiceless choice

Neuroscience tells...

Playing fast and loose..

 

Playing

Fast and loose

With words

Beliefs not settling in..

Freedom might

From nowhere

Arise...

All at once..

 

A no-brainer

 

The brain's

Appearance 

Gives rise to

The notion of

The Inexpressible

Due to the

Obvious 

Entanglement of

No-brain..

A no-brainer...😁

The eclipse..

 

The eclipse

Masking the light

For a few seconds

Telling a story

Of an addiction 

To time...

Out of Nowhere...

 

Out of nowhere

Nothing to do with you

That is the no-separation

Story which may

Find no-one

Appearing as you...

Clarity of knowing..

 

No separation

Yet what appears

Seems to rely on

Separation for 

Clarity of knowing..

The crux of dilemma

For the cultural crowd

In complaints of

Something missing..

It's the stuff that

Dreams are made of...

The saving grace...

 

Nothing and you

Are not two..

That's the saving

Grace...

Nothing to fear...

 

Nothing to fear

Nothing and fear

Are not two..

Fear arises

Without you...

No separation scrambles the words...

 

Nothing

Is permanent

Is temporary..

Nothing appears

As such..

Plus..perm appears

As temp..and vice versa..

No separation

Scrambles the words...

Walking..

Walking

Being walked

Not walking

Synonymous...

"Not.."

 

"Not"

Appears as

This and that and

Everything..

Some characters seem

To have befriended

Not..

Others not...

Starting is nothing

Ending is nothing..

Timelessness is

Unveiled but was

Never veiled...

Opposites echo..

 

Opposites echo..

A chamber of words

Apparently

Clouding and

Not clouding This...

Not this...

 

Not nothing

Not everything

Not something

Not words

Reach this..

And obviously

Not this...

All is surprising...

 

A surprise comes

As continuity

Is expected..

No-expectation 

No surprises

All is surprising...

Not intended is intended...

 

Not intended

Is intended

And in reverse..

Opposites echo

Nothing appears...

Surprise..!!

 

Surprise

Unpredictability 

An arising newness

Without connection

Appearances seemingly

Buoyed by nothing...

The plan..

 

The plan

For the future

Paints the future

In an imagined

Imagination...

Plans

Are stories 

Which arise

Mapping a

Future...

Plans

Are beautiful

Sketches of what

Cannot be sketched...

Planning

Is dreaming forward

Flavored by

Dreams remembered...

Happiness...

 

The 

Dream person

Caught in the dream

Observes the chains

Thought provides

Finding them fragile

And fading..to

Nothing..and

Runs to the street

Proclaiming loudly

I have awakened

And so can you...

~Robert Adams~

If you only realized who you were you would be the happiest person that ever lived, and I mean happy, totally happy, unchanging happiness.

Is there such a thing? Yes there is. Unchanging peace. Unchanging love.

But you have chosen to identify with the maya, with the unreality, and so you think you suffer. You believe your life is not what it should be….

The wise person, therefore, does really not look to change anything. They become quiet. They have patience. They work on themselves. They watch their thoughts, watch their actions and observe themselves getting angry, observe themselves getting depressed, observe themselves getting jealous and envious and the rest of it.

Little by little they realize, "That's not me. That's hypnosis, that's a lie."

They do not react to their condition. To the extent that they do not react to their condition, to that extent do they become free.

When the mind rests in the heart, that means when the mind does not go out any longer and identify with the world, when the mind rests in the heart there is peace, there is harmony, there is pure being.

doodling...

 

Nothing is

Nothing 

But

Is that nothing?

Search might

End...

The utter

Simplicity of

Nothing..

That's it..

Unknowing...

There is a

Not in everything

Not makes

Appearances

All is whatnot...

Lost..!!

 

"It is surprising and memorable and, I may add, valuable experience, to be lost in the woods, especially at night. Sometimes in a snowstorm, even by day, one will come out upon a well-known road and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village. Though your reason tells you have travelled it one hundred times, yet no object looks familiar, but is as strange to you as if you were in Tantary. By night, of course, the perplexity is infinitely greater. We are constantly steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, though we are not conscious of it, and if we go beyond our usual course we still preserve the bearing of some neighboring cape and not till we are completely lost or turned around, -- for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost -- do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature. Every man must once more learn the points of the compass as often as he wakes, whether from sleep or from an abstraction. In fact, not till we are lost do we begin to realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations."

-From Thoreau's Journal; March 29, 1853.

A conditioning story..

 

Who were you

Before the world

Told you who

You are..

An arising

 Conditioning story...

Teachers...

 

Teachers

Must use a tool

Seeming

Of separation..

Even when their

Teaching is of

No-separation..

Stillness appears

As the teacher and

The teaching...

~~Peter Baker

"All teachers, even the ones who claim to be totally radical and say ‘there is no self’, ‘there's nobody here’, or ‘there's nothing to do’ would not be speaking if they really thought that. If there's nobody here, then who are they speaking to? The fact that they are doing it betrays the fact that they do think that there is somebody there to listen, and they do think that there is something for that person to do. The only radical teaching is silence." ~ Rupert Spira

All seeking is for nothing...

 

All seeking

Is for nothing..

Although the

Seeker doesn't

Say so..

The seeker

Seeks to find

With nothing 

To be found...

Searching with Google..

 

Searching

With Google

Is a perpetual

Desire for

Knowing something

Not presently known..

Search engines

Providing millions of

Opportunities for

Masking of the

Freedom of

Not knowing..

Or not...

Any words at all..

 

Any words at all

Can appear in a story

Which are perfect

As they appear..

That's the freedom

For words to drop

As words arise...

Not yet..

 

"Not yet.."

Assumes the future

Which is a concept of

Time's separation..

There is no story

Without separation..

Another story:

No-story appears as

"Not yet..."  😎🔥

Non-duality police..

 

Non-duality police..

The dreaded feeling

Of a character

Ready to pounce

And discount our

Considered words..

Ready with microscope

To find a scintilla of

Separation in a patch

Of words..well

The job is easy for

All words shout out

Separation...

Liberation and someone..

 

Liberation

Is a storied 

Event for

Someone..

But there is no

Someone

To experience

Such an event..

The story of

The absence of

Someone

May be the story

That kindles a fire...🔥

What we long for..

 

We

Are nothing already..

That may seem

Undesirable and 

Definitely not what

Is sought on paths

Of self improvement..

Yet even on these paths

That is what is

Longed for...

Judgements in storyland..

 

In no-separation

Judgements are not

Although judgements 

May arise which

Are cast in storyland

Seemingly transparently 

Beautiful...

Longing and seeking...

 

Longing

A seeming hidden

Desire for erasure..

For death of the

Something we 

Seem to be..

Yet..relatively the

Seeker desires an

Intermediate satisfaction

Short of the death that

Longing entails..

An illusionary tale of

Longing...

Those intermediate goals..

 

Characters 

In life are seekers

Seeking for the end

Of me..but those

Intermediate goals

Save the day...

Minimalism...

 

Minimalism

The filtering of thoughts

To a scarcity of words

Seeming as a path

To nothing at all..

And resistance building

With nothing in sight...