The hologram..

 

The hologram

Is a story of

Our footprint

Appearing as the

Vastness of the

Whole..it is the

Appearance I am..

Vastness as hologram

Leaves no stone unturned

Everything appears as

Everything...

White and green...

 

A thin green

Seemingly

Emerges from 

The cold whiteness

Of winter..

With the white

Overnight appearing

As green..beauty of

The paradox that

White and green

Are not two...

Been there..done that..

 

Been there..done that

A conventional phrase

Seeming to overlay

A present and former

Story..a sameness

Of differences..another

Chapter relates

A hidden sameness:

Never there..never that...

Your death already...

 

Similarities

Seeming as such

In much writing

Reminiscent of 

Non-dual..yet

The threshold of "you"

Is fixed and remains

Lending artificial 

Dimensions to the

Separate you..

Stories abound 

Without noticing 

Your death occurred 

Already...

Waiting...(for Godot)

 

Waiting

Expecting that time

Will expose what

One is waiting for..

Removing illusory

Time and the folly is

Exposed...a quick

Story about

Waiting...

What does Godot mean in Hebrew?

Its primary meaning is “straight” but 

when it comesto 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...