May and Might..

May and Might

two stealthy words

perhaps emptying the

words which follow

assigning them

to the immediate

appearances which

they already are~~

Disappointment~

Disappointment

seems a happening

in life's stories

a happening to me of

what should not have~

along with sympathies

arriving to reinforce

what should not have~

yet perhaps a glimpse

of the empty and

inexplicable freedom:

what seems happening~~

One lighted candle~

Paul and Renee~~

Beginnings

and endings

wrapped together

as one lighted candle

on your special day~ 

Blessings and

Congratulations~~!!

I am..is a character~

 

I am

is a character

an appearance 

of nothing

engaged in

a search to

discover that

I am

is a character~~

I am

is wholeness~

wholeness

appearing as

I-am characters

woodlands

and ice cream~~

A fulfilling mystery~~

 

Natural forms

may suggest 

any number of

stories which

may detract from

a fulfilling

mystery of

a form without

stories~~

Popping up as a character~

 

The 

individual on

an ordinary morning

may pop up as

a character~

already

unconditionally

sipping coffee~~

No path to nothing~

 

No 

paths to nothing

but all paths are

already 

Nothing~

There are

not two things~

which may shock

or not shock

which are also

not two things~~

Death and life are inextricable

 

Death

and life are

inextricable~

and a story

is of words

and letters

distracting or not

from the empty

betweenness~~

a home for now~~

 

Appearances

in time

seem as living space

a home for now

a place which allows

the morning paper

with coffee and

planning a day~

a story unfolding

with expectation and

maybe emptiness~

perhaps suggesting

bondage as freedom~~

Words arise and die. (prompt by Walt Whitman.)

 

Words

arise and die

simultaneously~

lingering words

are prolonged

death~~

Walt Whitman

“The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote – wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.”

This may not help~~

 

No separation

may resonate

opening 

a floodgate

for nothing

but stories~~

No

separation makes

No 

sense~~

Brevity

of expression

for the searcher

may not help~~

No

separation

Boom!

Nothing but

stories abound~~

Fear~the ultimate expression~

 

Fear

ultimately expressed 

in stories of 

life and death~

the separate individual

is provided with

mountains of evidence

pointing to a dusty end~

the timeline of life

echoing and repeating 

unquestioned~

stories of 

life and death as

two~~ 

Endless expressions of nothing~~

 

The

freedom of story

seems as allowing 

illusionary separation

to be wild with 

possibilities and

endless in

expressions of

Nothing~~

Meaninglessness~~

 

There seems a 

departing from

innocence and

meaninglessness

to fill a role and

discover  meanings 

in what seems

happening~

yet meaningless is

the home never 

departed~~

Meaninglessness

appears as meaning

with searches

to discover the

empty fullness of

Meaninglessness~~

Grasping and not~~

 

Multiples

fill the eye~

perhaps suggesting

a grasping

of  multiples 

no grasping of

singularity~~

Named and unnamed~~

 

Attention

to that which is

named and not named

separation speaks~~

Named

and unnamed

are not two~~

Not-two

appears as a dance

of named and unnamed~~

Stories of separation~~

 

Past and present

and choices~

these are stories 

of separation

which is not~

"seem" is storytelling

strange stuff appearing

as it arises~~

Distractions~

 

Distractions

from a seeking path

there seem many which

shout from all sides

perhaps destroying

the path

introducing freedom~~

Nothing and separation~

 

There

is no separation

between 

any seeming thing 

and any seeming else~

nothing and separation

are not two~~

nonsense may seem

as liberation~~

Not here or there~~

 

Everything

already is

immediately

not here

nor there~~

A

dog bark 

seems to break

the silence

also the cricket~

but the silence is

nothing broken~~

Search is

the initiation of all

apparent movement

a never-ending story~~

Unowned

thoughts are

plentiful

and seem to

cover the gamut:

rock-solid beliefs

spiritual soarings

awakenings

I and me and

well~

owning a thought~~

Nothing appears~~

 

Nothing

appears~

that seems

enough for

breaking news

or not

that this is all

already

Nothing~~

Branches..

 

Branches

an assumed relationship

parts and whole

impossibly seem to

convince that a tree

is a tree~~

A story of liberation~~

 

Questions

prompt answers

one of which may be

I don't know=

not knowing 

appearing as I~

a story of 

liberation~~

Disturbance~

 

A

disturbance

is conceived as an

undesirable

interruption to what

should not be disturbed~

an insistence that 

what seems

should not be~

energizing a seeker

on a path to quell 

A

disturbance~~

Immersed in stories

 

Immersion

in stories 

it seems most are~

nothing happening

appears as this

Immersion ~~

Listening~~

 

Listening

may appear

as seeking

or as unfolding~

unfolding as

the immediate

immeasurable

and ordinary

All~~

Introduction~

 

Introduction

a naming

of another~

reporting of

another's

accumulation

of whats and whens~

a doubling down

on a couple's 

separation~~

Healing~~

 

Healing

needs time

it is said~

it is also said

time is illusory~

Is healing already? ~~

Not before and not after~~

 

A question

arising

what is that

which is not

before and

not after

well~

perhaps

that is those

appearances 

popping up~~

automatism forestalling the death process..

 

Automatism

seems to deny the

dancing polarity

of life and death

which is to deny 

the unbearable 

and precious secret

that life and death

are not two~~

"While the soul really lives, its deepest dread is perhaps the dread of automatism. For automatism in life is a forestalling of the death process."

— D.H. Lawrence

Stories with eternal roots~~

 

Stories

there are aplenty

of finding order

in an apparent universe

the apparent territory~

order deemed as 

the search goal

to reach satisfaction

ending the search~

this scenario has

appearances of 

eternal roots~~

A juxtaposition~

 

A juxtaposition

separate and distinct

seemingly defying

what cannot be~

an argument

or an expression

or both or neither

nothing says so~~

A timeless image~~

 

~~

Images

seeming to be

time's markers

but also seemingly

a timeless image

imagined in

time~~

A color pop~~

 

A

pop of color

may draw the eye

to consider something

extraordinary~

separation speaks 

in this way

illustrating a

focus on beauty

in illusory separation~~

Nothing and time~~

 

Tastes

arise and

depart in an

appearance of

immediacy~

nothing and tastes

are not two~~

Pessoa and nothing~~

 

Being understood

is to prostitute oneself~he said

labels and limitations

confinement for one

not removed from eternity~~

"Give me more wine, because life is nothing."

~~ Fernando Pessoa

(Ah, Pessoa... what’s not to love? This quietly brilliant, melancholic soul who spent his days in a dull office job, then slipping away into the night to write poetry that cracks open your mind and heart. There’s something so moving about the image of him alone in his little room, the surrounding darkness, the world asleep, while he poured entire universes onto the page. Pessoa was a strange man who not only rejected society and the world at large but also rejected the notion of a singular, unified identity, suggesting instead that the self is fluid, multifaceted, and often contradictory. (from Poetic Outlaws on FB)~

“I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect.”...

Right and wrong~

 

How can you

be so right and so wrong~

paradoxical musing 

from Mom~long ago~

appearances of right

and of wrong expressing

nothing at all~~

Inexplicables~~

Hints

seem often found

of permanence

and the temporary

and perhaps an arising

thought expressing these

as appearances~yes

of these inexplicables~~

Avoiding freedom~~

 

A

historic flood

forgotten except in

tucked away 

newspapers

which a reader

runs across and

due to an assumed

overlay of time

apparently

avoids the freedom

arising as what

is happening~~ 

Unending expressions of beauty~~

 

Grunge

the grunge

effect seems to

offer beauty in

an unkept way~

opening to the

concept of the

unending 

expressions of

beauty which itself

cannot be expressed~~

Monday~

 

The 

indefinable

between

may appear as

whatever seems

poles apart~

dying of the light~

the dream of knowing 

light as appearance

of the immediacy of

life and death

or morning and evening~

Before and After~~

 

There

are stories of

something new

and of the

suffering before~

the unknown

between may

appear as

the suffering or

something new~~

Chaos and avoidance..

 

Chaos

the avoidance thereof

seems a conventional pursuit~

yet chaos is what the seeker is 

seeking~only rejected as 

frightening and not sought~ 

this end of knowing~the 

immediacy of the chaos of

no separation~~ 

Unconditional appearance~

It's

all appearance

an unconditional appearance

which leaves nothing

to know~~

"A lesson for any writer…to follow a photographer and look at what he shoots…I mean a great photographer, an artist…and how he does it. The result: Whatever it is, it’s America. It’s the American Road and it awakens the eye every time.."

~~ Jack Kerouac 

Astounding and ordinary~~

 

The

utter impossibility

of no separation

or separation~

yet an immediacy

of a streaming

dance of separation~

may seem astounding

and ordinary~~

All No~~

 

No separation

no appears separated~

apparently it's all

No~~

100% or not at all~~

 

Absence

seems as death

to dwellers

in adamant

separation~

already seems

absent~~

There is no entity, no me, no I am.

So, no one wakes up.

All there is, is totality, wholeness, completion, already.

Awareness and consciousness are a part of the duality I am dream.

The I am sense is terrified of its own absence...yet it is already absent!

This will resonate 100%, or not at all

~~Andrew Forrest

Radical Neutrality

 

Radical neutrality

expresses nothing

until a story seems

to break the neutrality

up or down

back or forth

light or dark

appearances of all sorts

declaring independence

and not~~