Miscellaneous..

 

Miscellaneous

No longer 

Never was

A you

To awaken 

So no one

Awakens...

Separation

The belief

May define 

May burden..

As the burden

Unburdens

Nothing appears

As the burden...

Freedom

Is already

And expresses as

Everything appearing

As everything... 

A few items..

 

The seeker

Is seeking a story

Bringing relief

Without dissolving

The story...

It 

All comes back

To nothing

A word

A seeming something

Which is and is not

It...

It 

Can appear

Prescriptive or

Descriptive

But always

Empty...

Purpose

In life is

A story arising

Identifying me

With a unique

Purpose...

Home..

 

Home

We never depart

Though a story

Finds a trip with

Adventure and gain

Joy and pain

Distant from home..

That's the story

Of home wholly

Depicted in 

These few words... 

The simplicity

Of home

Moving on to warmer climes..

 

These words

This photo

Says it all

It's all present..

Nothing more

To add or subtract..

Though a search

Uneasy with 

Everything as

Present may 

Move on to find

Warmer climes...

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This is it...

 

This is it..

The simplicity

With or without 

A seeming need

To dig deeper

For more stories..

A settling

Relaxing

By no one..

No cause or

Separation

This is it...

("This is it, Coyote."

~~Nancy Neithercut)

Doing with no doer..

 

Doing

Appears with

No doer..

A non-sequitur 

In the separate

Individual's purview..

Or beauty

Appearing as

A bridge too far...

Tears..

 

Questions

With

Impossible answers

May introduce

Not knowing

Into the story

Teasing a freedom

Seemingly missing...

The cosmic joke...

 

The cosmic joke

Saying

We are what 

We're seeking

Is a story

Which resounds

For many

But may be

Disappointing 

As one more belief..

New joke...

Proselytizing..

 

Proselytizing

A judgement

And a choice for

Attachment..then

Seemingly a wish

For another to

Attach as I am

Attached...

No purpose..

 

A purpose

Formulated by

Self belief

Reads as a story

Of who I am..

No-purpose

Finds the story as

Unlikely  freedom...

Gravity..

 

Gravity

Separation dependent

A felt attraction..

Amazing stories arise

Despite the

Impossibility of

Gravity...

Thoughts.

Thoughts

Arise

Seemingly

Incredibly

As that which

Is not separated...

Bundled conditioning...

 

Bundled

Conditioning

The stories which

Seem as real

Which may veil

Or appear as

That which is

Obvious and 

Not definable...

Completeness..and other matters...

Completeness

May appear 

Incomplete..

The incomplete

Already

Complete...

Freedom

Is already

Not confined..

But may appear

As our 

Confinement...

Longing

May appear as

The experience

Of wanting...

 

"A poet is a blind optimist..." Jack Kerouac

 

“A poet is a blind optimist.

The world is against him for many reasons

but the poet persists.

He believes that he is on the right track,

no matter what any of his fellow men say.

In his eternal search for truth,

the poet is alone.

He tries to be timeless in a society

built on time."

Happy Birthday Jack Kerouac (12 March 1922) American Novelist, poet, and leader of the Beat movement. Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings

Attempting to make sense..

 

Fading

Diminishing boundaries

Disappearance of detail..

This is a story

Of a gradual fading

Of apparent separation..

Artistic attempts to

Make sense of 

Uninterrupted  

No separation...

Yet...

 

Non duality

No such thing..

It may be said

Appearing things

Express it in

A best way..

Yet there are

No appearances

Or expressions..

Words apparently

Don't work

Yet...

A piece

Of a whole picture..

There is no piece

And no whole..

And that picture

There isn't one

Yet...

Call it Presence...

 

Call it presence

Solidly empty

Infinite time and space

No-movement moving

And none of the above..

But unmistakably present

As all of the above..

Call it presence...

A flip..

 

A flip

Of perspectives

Lenses changed

Newness arriving

Then and there..

A frequent story

Perhaps overlooking

There's no one 

To witness

A flip..but that's

Another story...

I needed the closure..

 

The closure

An expressed need

In a tragic story

Of eventful pain..

Yet the closure

Is closing a gap

With separation

Intact along with

The pain..

But there's more:  

The story itself

Is fully nothing

Including the

Closure wished for..

The story itself

May expose its

Own illusion...

Suggestions of wholeness..

 

A suggested

Wholeness appears

In all words

And stories..though

All words express

Separation..

When their 

Emptiness is exposed

Words may appear 

As suggested...

Saturday..

 

Grace

Not defined 

Immediately obvious..

But seemingly veiled

By salt and pepper...

You

Can only be found

In storyland

You and Alice...

Becoming

What is already:

Self help remedies

For the self

Who is absent...

Faces..versions of I am...

 

Faces 

Are spontaneous stories

Including deceptions

When maskings show up..

Spontaneous

Authentic or fake

Versions of I am...

Separation of writer and words..

 

If

Anyone is known

To have written 

These words

The words arising

Seem to separate

Writer and words...

Appreciation of story...

 

Reminders 

Of time

Are plentiful..

These paintings 

Of  separation

May trigger an

Appreciation of

Story..which

Makes nothing of

Separation's

Reminders...

Fickleness..

 

Words 

May seem to

Hide their

Fickleness..

Illusory separation

Is the reminder:

Hopelessness and

Hope are of one

Piece..not two..

And all words

Share such

Fickleness...

A story as a story..

 

Reality 

TV and games..

World as stage..

It seems as

The rise of 

STORY

To convince and

Appeal but also

Beg for an

Arising recognition of

A story as a story..

Like this one...

Ground of being...

 

Ground of being

An oldie

Nullifying 

The separation 

Implied by 

These two words..

An earthy story

Of nothing much...

Jokingly already nothing..

 

Journeys

Recognized or not

Are paths leading

To nothing..

There are words

Of direction

Of caution

Of something new

All of which are

Beautifully and 

Jokingly

Already nothing...

Ashes and between..

 

Ashes to ashes

This is the day

Of that reminder..

Two stories leap

One of a missing

Between

The other of 

Beginnings and

Endings and a

Between lived

In joy and sorrow..

These two

Are not two...

Conditioning..

 

Conditioning

Is the story

Of knowing..

The knower 

Peers through

Bundles of

Assumptions and

Beliefs to find

A story of

Of what's 

Happening..this

Is a story often

Told which 

Shares the 

Nothingness

Of all 

Conditioning...

Theory..

 

Theory

A word of promise

As the story..

Something new

Outside the box

Which will fix

What seems broken..

A scientific hope

For a new day

Ahead..and the

Miracle is that

This possibility

Is a story 

Not separate from

Impossibility...

Saturday..nothings..

 

It's nothing..

Whatever seems

That's it

It's nothing...

It's not nothing

Nothing seems as

Something and

It's not something...

Indescribable words

Used as words

That may appear as

Other describable words...

Brevity seems best...

Sunday..Veils..

 

Veils

There are none

The veil appears

As an empty story

Not separated from

This...

Veils

Can be religions

Or self helps

Processes

Not removed from

This...

The veil is it..!

Veils

Participate in

The cosmic joke..

Nothing is

Hidden...

Sedulous..

Sedulous

Usage examples below

All apparently assuming

It seems

Separation is total..

Three empty stories

To explain what

Is not explainable...

"I think your sedulous nature will be a good fit for medical research."

"He caught the mistake right away, thanks to his sedulous practices."

"The sedulous office manager was able to sort out the schedule mix-ups quickly."

Tagging time as veil..

 

The simultaneity

Of life and death

May appear as

A timeline of life..

Just a story which

May tag time as an

Illusionary veil of

The simultaneity...

Stories..likable and unlikable..

 

Stories

Likable and

Unlikable are

Products of language's

Separations..

A sameness arising

May seem palpable

And freeing...

(Appearances seem to depend on language, words, stories.   And the story, which is synonymous with language, provides, and is that separation.  There seem to appear likable stories, and unlikable stories.  An unlikable story, for some, involves an apparent continuity of a separate "I."  These stories rub up against a more resonating story of discrediting the use of illusionary time, continuity,  and "I."  Then, there might be another story about "not-knowing" which may resonate as inclusive of both the likable and unlikable stories."