Story of no-separation..

 

Words

May seem

Quite normal..

Nothing

Everything

Just this

No me or you..

These words and

Substitutes cannot

Express the

Inexpressible

Story of

No-separation...

We are Sand...

The sands of time

Sand castles

Sand is the word

Inexplicable

To seemingly mold

Itself into time

We are Sand...

“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

— Margery Williams, Velveteen Rabbit

The seeker's burden...

The seeker's

Burden

Seeking and not finding

Paths leading to paths

Here and in far places..

With everything found

Including the seeking

As already the treasure

That is sought

Already it...

"Just this"..

 

"Just this"

Just nothing

Appearing

Whatever..

That's it...

The indescribable...

 

The indescribable

Appears  as

Describable

Rendering describable

As indescribable...😀💛

Words

Seem made to

Describe..

A word to

Describe indescribable

Cannot be found

So any word

Might provide a

Placeholder

For no place...

The character..

 

The character

In the dream

A busy character

Arranging and 

Planning and

Trying to figure out

The meaning of things..

A dance of Nothing...

Nothing appears here..

 

Nothing appears here

It's all nothing

And everything..

Nothing appearing here...

 

Nothing appearing here

It may appear as a story

But a story is

Nothing appearing here...

This is is..

 

This is it..

Speaks louder

Than words..

Words may seem 

To outshout 

Yet words too

Are it...

Something needs to happen..

 

Something needs to happen..

Seems a common story 

An improvement of

What seems to be..

It is a journey of life

Completed only by

Death..without the

Dawning that life and

Death are not two...

The teacher and illusion..

 

Teachers often

Find illusion as

A belief in

Separation

Individuals

Others..

Not that illusion

Is also illusion...

Potpourri...

 

Potpourri..

If

You take a position

There arises a character

In a fable

Already complete...

A story

"Seen" as a story

May be a ticket

To the freedom

To enjoy all stories...

Appearance

The word which

May reveal

Separation as

Appearance...

What seems missing

Begins the story of

Laboring intensely 

To find nothing

Which is never

Missing...

The brain story

With scientific precision

May seems to entrench

Separation's story...

Home..

 

Home

May be the

Appearance of

A place

Conventionally

Known as home...

In and out..

 

Inside and outside

A spiritual breakdown

Usually favoring

In over out..

In is the goal

Of self improvement..

The brain is in

As the subjective

Power point..

A scattering comes

With the story:

Nothing appears

In and out...

Music as freedom for no one...

 

Music

Story with and without 

Words..seemingly

Identifies separateness

Individual or nation..

Appearing as This

Filled with nothing

Inspiration arising

Freedom

For no one...

Permanence as nothing...

 

There is

Permanence 

Seeming as hidden

In the moving and

Tumultuous flow

Of life..

Permanence as nothing

May be the resonant

Narrative...

The Hudson walk...

 

The Hudson walk

To the hotel

An escape from

Gray walls

Perfections

Measurements..

The permanent

Flow of the river

Appearing as what

Was left behind...

Who needs a Password?

 

There seems 

Much use

Of "This" as a catchall

For the appearances

Of nothing..or

Not This

Appearing as This...

So This seems to

Have a story behind

It..which may be

A password to the

Hidden catchall..

Yet..who needs a

Password..?

Timelessness..

 

Timelessness

Appears as

Life and death..as

Life's continuity

Which appears in

Dualistic dreamland..

Resonance with this

Story may 

Seem as peace

Beyond the story...

Wholeness..(Neil Denham)..

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43Dxi7Z_hZ4&t=1342s

"Civil War.." CNN

 

https://www.cnn.com/2024/05/12/us/civil-war-movie-democracy-blake-cec/index.html

Experience is an illusion...(Jim Newman)

 

Experience 

Is illusory if it

Believed to be

What is happening..

Not happening as

Nothing appearing

Is unknowable..

Two stories:

Already this...

...a very simple message: that experience is an illusion. I'm talking about the experience of a contracted energy in the body that knows where and what this is, knows what's happening. The suggestion is that's illusory. Illusory in the sense that it's not happening. That experience has certain claims. It says: „I'm real, I'm in the body, what's happening is real. I know what it is. This is my life.“ That arises out of the sense that what's happening is knowable and real. But THIS is not knowable or real. The experience of knowable or real is illusory. This appearance is never knowable or real. It's never solid. It's never a part of a story that's attached to an individual. That is illusory.

~~Jim Newman

“Brevity is the soul of wit.” – Hamlet

 

Wit..

Seemingly

All comedy

Must spark an

Immediacy which

Burns the extensions

Of space and time..

Igniting laughter

And a story of

Destroying all need

For explanation...

(“Brevity is the soul of wit.” – Hamlet)

Paradoxes...

 

Paradoxes

Are stories with

Apparent

Responses of

Rejection..or of  

An immediate

Resonance

Burning borders

And a vastness

Which cannot be 

Explained...

A story saying too much..

 

Nothing

Appears as everything..

Seems for some

A story saying too much..

That's their story about

A story saying too much..

Which says too much..

Any tale will do..

 

A tale

Well told

May find resonance

In a resonant few..

The resonance

Seemingly arrives

As the tale appears

As a tale..with the

Postscript:

Any tale will do...

Are we there yet..?

 

Direct immediacy..

Seems to be

A quite good map

To find This..

Time is shattered

Space explodes to

A vast unknown..

Hold on..

Are we there yet..?

A story of aloneness...

 

Separation

Tells a story

Of others

Individuals

Autonomy..

No-separation

Arises as

A seeming

Erasure of

Boundaries

A new story of

Aloneness.. 

Directly arising..

 

It's all direct

An immediate

Arising 

Unexpectedly 

Surprisingly

Or not

Of This..or

Simply

Directly This...

A polarity play..

After all

Nothing is a

Concept..

Words are concepts

No word escapes..

Concepts recall

Other words..

Nothing recalls

Something..

A polarity play

A dance

Uncertainty

Unknowing...