The
word "self"
is ambiguous~
Separate self?
Character self?
No self?
Functioning self?
Empty self?
Each provides its own story
of the appearing self
which is the power of
ambiguity~
apparently~~🥸
The
word "self"
is ambiguous~
Separate self?
Character self?
No self?
Functioning self?
Empty self?
Each provides its own story
of the appearing self
which is the power of
ambiguity~
apparently~~🥸
There
is no by-passing
in inclusivity
in totality
in appearance~
Everything appears
seemingly equal~
The relative story
may appear otherwise
with by-passing
an interesting
possibility~~
The
appearing "you"
may or may not
seek a teacher
or guru to assist
in gaining a sense
of completeness
which seems
missing~~
Reality
cannot be defined
but seems obvious~
if a thought arises
reality includes the thought~
Reality is This
is all inclusive and
unknowably appearing~~
Markings
of fb entries
with emojis'
separation
comparison
judgement~
these are
other stories
appearing
and casting
new glows
new shadows
for no one~~
What
is happening
is unknowable~
which is another
empty story about
knowing~
but with pause
the words
may seem
unknowable
exploding
unconditional
silence~~
Life
and death
are not two~
light and shadow
autumn leaves
ocean waves
wheelbarrows
and chickens~
emptiness
full of two~~
Not~
not two
not one
not separate
not whole
not life
not death
not other
not these words
not appearance~
seems like the peace
of no understanding~~
Home
appears~
it is and
is not
Home~~
Enlightenment
a claimed event
in a story of
someone who
wants to
stick around~~
Nothing
is a cup of coffee
as is everything~~
The
fullness of
nothing
appears in
stories arising
spontaneously~
there may be
an appearance
of a writer
but that is
another story~~
Appearances
abound and
may present as
an oil rig or
a unicorn~~
Yesterday
was not
nor today~
words try
and fail
to explain
what seems
happening~~
Waiting
for yesterday
for what
never happened
to never happen
once more~~
A
bridge to nowhere..
nowhere may appear as
seeker and bridge
and a path to
improve what's here..
crossing the bridge
never and always
ends nowhere...👀🔥
The
children
running and shouting
for the joy of
separate things
with the stumbles
and the hurts~
this imprinting of
circumstances
may as the
playground fades
be remembered
softly as
unconditional
and free~~
No separation
is the absence
of all things
including actors
in seeming roles
of love and conflict~
that's a story
not written~~
Entanglement~
two are entangled
pointing
to no separation~
it's all story
the play of two~
yet a resonance
may ring~~
Lost
in the world
hoping for salvation~
lost and hoping
are not separate~
nothing might
appear that way~~
No thing
is simply
This~~
Apparently
only
This~~
There
seems the
imprinting of
circumstance
on the individual
hiding completion~
completion appearing
as circumstance~~
Chaos
is not knowing
prompting a search
for words to make
known what is unknowable~
the story continues with
chaos along with words
appearing as the fullness
of nothing at all~~
An
appearance invites
a narrative
sometimes claiming
the narrative explains
the appearance~
as the narrative
appears there may
be a claim that
another narrative
explains the original~
seemingly no end
to the attempts to
explain what is
not explainable~
perhaps it is best
to stay with the
red wheelbarrow~~
Space
a name standing
as unconditional love~
emptiness appearing
as universe or mouse
with and without
judgement~~
Unexpectedly
beauty arrests
in narratives of
shattered risings
drawing a shade
revealing an
expression of
nothing~~
The end
is not the end
nor the beginning
the beginning..'tho
appearances of
these do show
and fill a
storied span~
and such accounts
may reach into
a realm of
what seems as
freedom~~
Directness
avoids the
pathway's
meandering
futility..but then
reports the beauty
of the pathway
which is not~~
What
is happening is
already timeless~
explaining what
is happening is
breaking news
introducing the
clock and hiding
the timeless~
more words of
explanation~~
Already
perfect without
explanation~
what appears is
emptiness appearing~
such appearance
may be a set up
of the universe
with parameters
perfectly tuned to
hint of a precision
in a story bringing
gasps of belief and
unbelief~
and no one knows
why or why not~~
Even a microscopic shift in physical laws would have prevented life from ever existing…
Modern cosmology reveals a startling reality: the laws of nature are so precisely calibrated that our existence seems like a statistical miracle.
If gravity were slightly weaker, galaxies would never have formed; if the strong nuclear force were marginally stronger, stars would fail to ignite. Perhaps most incredible is the expansion rate of the early universe—if it had differed by just one part in 10^60, the entire cosmos would have either collapsed instantly or dispersed too rapidly for stars to ever exist. This 'fine-tuning problem' suggests that the fundamental constants of physics are perfectly dialed in for the emergence of complex life.
To explain this cosmic precision, scientists have proposed several provocative theories ranging from the multiverse—the idea that we occupy one of many universes with varying laws—to cosmological natural selection, where universes 'reproduce' through black holes. Others suggest that the laws of physics are mathematically inevitable or that the anthropic principle dictates that only a life-permitting universe could ever be observed. While these hypotheses remain currently untestable, they represent the cutting edge of our quest to understand whether our hospitable cosmos is a lucky accident, a structural necessity, or the result of a deeper ordering principle.
source: Lewis, G. F., & Barnes, L. A. (2016). A Fortunate Universe: Life in a Finely Tuned Cosmos. Cambridge University Press.
Things
are real and
uncontested
as real~
yet things are
totally
not real~
no real things
as emptiness has
a say~~
Words
standing alone
appear with
memories
conditioned in
imagined time~
the empty word
fully clothed
with dressings
of difference~~
Hesitations~
words
appears to relate
to separate things
including a separate "I"
but is it simply
Consciousness
Wholeness
God or other
Inadequate Name
appearing as words
inexplicably?
??
Suddenly
there arises
the end of what
never was~
what never was
may seem to have
delayed the end
but what never was
never began~~
~~Robert Frost
It's
all a story
with no need
to say more:
complete
inexplicable
words
already...
Any
image seems as
arguing for
what is not~
and it may be
double-jointed..
~~
Neutrality
begs the between
but there is no
between-only
an appearance of
neutrality along with
the other two~~
Immediacy
may seem to
have a quality
of time which
masks its
timeless intent~~
The
eraser
is a tool
tempting and
threatening in use~
but it may suggest
a removal to
an immediacy
seeming as
love of
nothing at all~~
Reality
in the conventional story
is the split nature
of everything~
In the non-dual story
it is the emptiness of everything~
Yet all these words seem to split
what cannot be split~
Maybe reality is an
ice cream cone~~
Noting
the splits
all around and
longing for mending
what is not split..
nothing appears
as this paradoxical
story inviting
dismissal...
It's
all inscrutable
but that's forgotten
in the wish to
tell a story
shaded in
sadness and
delight~and to
invite others to
come and see~~
Waiting~
can appear as
an undesirable delay
in reaching a goal~
separation's painful
emptiness awaiting
fulfillment~
Nothing
is concealed~~
An
elemental
sense of freedom
may appear
as the belief
in inequality
seems to erode~~
250
years of
democratic struggle
with many glimpses
of deep-seated equality~
a weighty story
a seeming permanence
and not blemished
by chaotic and angry
chapters which tell of
glimpses shining
just as brightly~~
It
is told that
if we make
a choice
the choice has us..
this caution of
separation has
a grasp which
it is found
easy to resist..
easy until we
appear to be
cluelessly
choiceless...