October 3rd, 2026..

 

No separation

But BOOM

There appears to be!

or

Separation seems to be

But BOOM

There is not!

Stories

Are imagined

Empty word

Pictures

The message

Of no separation

Is a message

For no one

Appearing 

As one hearing

The message..

It is the season..

 

It is the

Season with

The dark side

Gingerly addressed

In appearances

Of fright and comedy..

Trick or Treat!

It is a song of

Wholeness without

Exceptions..

A word is a seed..

 

The mind

An arising

Explanatory creation..

Filling a need for the

Self to act

With purpose

Understanding and

Control..

A word

Is a seed

Sprouting new words

Forming concepts

And narratives

As emptiness

Appears to

Tend a garden..

A true story

Is empty

Simply empty..

 

A story

Is and

Is not a

Story when

Emptiness 

Appears as

Storyteller..

Simply

Empty stories..

Nonetheless

May be startling

Entertaining and

Scary for

No one at all..

Radical..??

It's 

Radical..it is said

When the individual

Is not exempt from

The emptiness of

Separation..

Radical..?

It may seem..

 

It

May seem

That a

Character

In a passing scene

Faces a storm

In full control..

It may otherwise 

Seem that this 

Is emptiness 

Expressing itself

Amazingly..

Sips of coffee..

 

That

Sip of coffee

May seem as 

Connecting 

Sip to sip 

Drinking a cup

Of coffee..it

May seem so..

Concepts.

 

Something is said

This is clearly 

A concept

A story-if you like

Inevitable when 

Words show up.. 

Yes and no..

 

Yes..

It is and

Is not

As are

All words..

No..

Sonnet 73..

 Sonnet 73: 

By William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Seeming as knowing..

 

Words

All alone

Are empty

Expressions

Each one

Not knowing

Seeming as

Knowing..

Wonder..(with Neil Denham)

 

Wonder

Arises with 

The miracle of 

Appearing

Separation..

Lovely, although I would always refer to the appearance of separation as an illusion, rather than a miracle (Neil) 

Already Everything Yes, from the perspective of the individual, illusion seems appropriate. (Charles)

Indeed... Although, the individual and the illusion are the same thing, of course. As in, neither are really happening (Neil)

The wonder of life is only lost in the assumption of knowing what life should or should be like. Such is the impression of the 'me' and the conditional life it feels it lives within. That's the dream story of 'Iam', that I thinks I know how this should or should not be to be freedom. That's all an illusion. Not life is not an illusion, just the knowing of how it should be going or happening. The wonder is always here~~Neil Denham

The individual

Is not

The illusion

Is not

Yet not appears

As individual

And illusion..

What is the grass?

“A child said

What is the grass?

fetching it to me with full hands;

How could I answer the child?

I do not know what it is any more than he.”

~Walt Whitman

Present Moment and Simplicity, and especially the sub topic: The Beauty of the Ordinary. Poets and thinkers often encourage us to find the extraordinary in the mundane. What is a simple everyday sight or routine that brings you a sense of peace and wonder?

A waste of time..

A

Waste of time

Give it time

Time cures

I've no time..

Triggers the

Seeking for  

A right time

Around the corner

Down the road

Someday

Home at last

Apocalypse..

Much ado..

 

Nothing

Cannot be named

Even as nothing..

Yet nothing is

Everywhere

Scripture

Maps territory

Which cannot be

Mapped

Nothing

Is everything

And is already

This..

Worn words

(Worn out?)

But better ones

Don't seem to

Come knocking..

Sonnet 29...

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

 For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
 That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

~~William Shakespeare, Sonnet 29

Unbounded..

 

Unbounded

A boggling thought

Which may toggle

Not-knowing

In the character

Bound in a story

Like this one..

Separation seems..

Separation 

Seems..

That's all folks..

Images and imagination.

 

Image

And imagination

Are not two

And appear

Spontaneously

Magically

As two..

Nothing to say..

 

There

Is nothing

To say..

So let's go ahead

And say it:

Anything at all..

"I"

 

"I"

Does not exist

Separately

But as empty and

Appearing separate

Along with what else

Seems as separate~

Boom! Or no boom?

Nothing being real and there not being a world is neither a conclusion nor an experience. "Unrealness" is the natural way of how things are.

In that sense, "reality" itself is an energetic projection of the dreamt separate self. When this 'I' turns out to be inexistent, the whole notion of reality collapses.

It is the "I" - the primal notion of existence - which does not have substance. No self equals no existence. No self equals no seeker. No self equals no-thing-ness. No self reveals the ineffable.

~~Andreus Muller

Control..

 

Control

You were

Never in control~

You never were--

Unfolding..

 

Unfolding

As nothing

Unfolds and

No one appears

Who might know

How that works..

Deep dive...

 

A

deep dive

into a narrative

seeking the

hidden and 

beyond..

alas..

Doomsday..

 

Doomsday

Brought courtesy

Of AI..

A rogue possibility

Ending everything?

Nothing?

A physics story..

 "For us physicists believe the separation between past, present, and future is only an illusion, although a convincing one."  Albert Einstein

the

illusion of

separation is

a physics story

appearing 

now and then~

who is ready to

accept?

Speaking of nothing..

 

How

To speak of

Nothing

Is the speaker's

Dilemma and delight..

When words are

Already nothing

The cage is 

Already open..

Telling about it..

 

Everything is

Astonishingly 

Luminous 

For no one's 

Attention..

Telling about it

Is impossibly and

Astonishingly

Beautiful..

Two stories which are not two..

If

No word works

Any word will do..

Well..no

A story is told best

With better words..

Seems we have 

Two stories here

Which are not two...

Release..

 

Stories are told

In a thousand variations

As words paint

A scene not present

Release

From the story

Is the seeking

Found in 

Story and song..

Knowledge

A large trove

Summed up

On a blank

Paper napkin...

When words appear..

 

When

Words appear

Separation appears~

The miracle~~

Continuity..

 

Continuity

Is the glue

For a story..

No continuity

May seem 

Chaotic..but

Unpredictable

Happenings 

Seem what's what..

What are stories

Anyway?

Autumn leaves..

 

A new post

What's new?

Nothing isn't

Everything is..

Isn't and is

Are not two..

And autumn leaves

Are lovely

As is frost..

Celebrating nothing at all..

 

The

Lens of 

No separation

Sets an illusory 

Perception yet an

Experience of

Words and images

Which shine and

Beacon and celebrate

Nothing at all..

Bias

 

A task without end..

 

Splitting 

Nothing is

A task for

A word

To make sense

Of it all..

More words

Assist on a

Task without end..

When consciousness is simply consciousness..

 

Consciousness is liberated when consciousness is simply consciousness. When it neither knows nor experiences itself. When it is simply what appears to be happening. In this sense, it is purely functional. It is neither personal nor is it real. It is neither what we are nor is it otherwise significant in any way. And at the same time, it is exactly what appears to be happening.

~Andreus Muller

Consciousness

Is simply 

What appears to

Be happening

Simply..

Noticing and Splitting..

 

Noticing

The separation 

Seeming to arise

When words appear

May drop as 

Resonance for

No one listening..

Splitting 

Nothing is

A task for

A word

To make sense

Of it all..

More words

Assist on a

Task without end..

A wild imagination~~

 

Stories 

Express the magic

And vitality of

Impossible

Separation in 

Productions of a

Wild imagination~

A new presentation of no story..

 

Nothing

(Consciousness

If you like)

Is simply 

No story

Which seems to

Clear the deck for

A new presentation 

Of no story

(No one

Gathering around

No fire to hear

No story..)

There is that which cannot be communicated..

There

Is that which

Cannot be

Communicated

Yet words form

And may pretend

To have broken 

The code

But the code and

The words are

Already that

A tale of futility

But kinda fun.. 

Appearance of everyone~~

 

No one

May appear as

Everyone

And everything

Are not two~

Nothing more to say..

 

Nothing 

More to say 

Although 

Nothing may

Appear as more

An apparent

Two sided coin

Unknowable.

Unknowable

Voids names

All names 

Known and 

Not known

And lends

Doubt about

The name

Unknowable

We spin stories..

We 

Spin the stories

Which connect 

Appearances 

Hiding 

Or not hiding