Grace~~

 

Grace

is already~

Yet the

stories of

here and there

giving and taking

buying and selling

transactions

are also grace

as such words 

appear~~

Immediacy~~

 

Immediacy

not backward 

or forward~

Already immediate

not for you or me~

No understanding

but peace may arise~~

Immediacy

is ownerless~

No time to

buy and sell~~

Immediacy

of a bee

extracting from

a blue bloom~

Only this and

nothing else~~

No holds barred~~

 

Yes! 

What appears 

appears without a knower~ 

No separate one 

to know anything

but amazingly

 it may appear that way~

Appearances are 

expressions of nothing 

with no holds barred~~

The meandering mind~

 

No self

no one here

but seemingly

a self appears~

This is the  

brief fable

of the shift

a bare bones

spare wording

of what 

puts a torch

to the fabled

meandering mind~~

Dying of the light~

 

Rage

no surrender here

no letting go

simply raging

against the

dying of the light~

Seemingly

awaiting what is

already light

not living and

not dying~~

(See Dylan Thomas..)

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,   

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Balance~

 

Balance

is the effort

to keep it 

all even~

A storybook

progression of

action pursuing 

an ideal~

Usually shaky

at best as

separation 

keeps it off

Balance~~

Jumble of words~

 

This

what's happening

appearing and disappearing

simultaneously~

Paradoxical and not~

Immediately unknown

with an undertone of

peace not understanding~

A jumble of words

pointing nowhere~~

Finality sought~

 

Searches

appear for

some final answer

to the make-up of 

the universe 

to what makes me tick~

A wish for a

finality wiping out

all further queries~

Stories are squeezed 

for their hidden 

treasures~

There may be

whispers 

of futility with an

undertone of

freedom~~

Searching~~

 

Searching

to end separation

which is already

not ended~~

No separation  

may or may not

appear that way~~

Choice of Pointers~~

 

There 

is not Nothing

there is not Everything

there is not This

Yet

an immediacy may

resonate:

Nothing is Everything is This~

or your choice of pointers:

Word1 is Word2 is Word3~~

Seekers and Finders~

 

Seekers and Finders~

seeking implies finding

finding of something

but  there is

nothing to find and

no seeker to seek what 

really is sought~

Let's get back to the

rewards of 

self-help~~??

Brevity~~

 

Brevity

may arise as

a recognition

that wordy stories

seem to detract from

the simplicity of

the "message"~

Setting

foot into a story

may be a shift

that is inexplicable

and irreversible~~

Stories

seem to pop up

much like the

collapse of a

wave function~~

The senses

seem to arise

as specialized

witnesses of

what's happening~

with or without

ownership~~

What's happening..

 

Maps

can be drawn 

to depict 

what seems

but the maps

and the maker

are also 

what may seem

as a fruitful

mapping  

adventure~~

 

Conditioning~

 

Conditioning 

is a character in a story~ 

the spark producing 

juicy relationships in 

life's stories which

dismiss and grasp

for something new~

Perhaps discovering 

a new condition 

in finer dress~

Beautiful attempts 

to discover the totality 

of freedom~~

Early times..

 

Early times

are appearances

of places and years

arising as an 

unfolding canvas of 

nothing at all~~

Close enough~

 

Close enough~

that's as good as it gets

in any critique of

words pertaining to

no separation~

The explicable attempt

to capture the inexplicable

will always be a

failure which may

pretend to be more than

Close enough~~

Knowing nothing appears as freedom~~

 

Knowing nothing

appears as freedom~~

Never not not two~

 

Never not not two~

which is the inexplicable

paradox~

Yet, those appearances?~~

A swamp of wordiness~

 

Wordiness

is minimalism scratched

the avoidance of simplicity

stories piled on stories

new costumes replacing old

with a noble intent:

to explain the inexplicable~

A caution:  liberation may be

delayed in a swamp of

Wordiness~~

True and untrue!

 

All

thoughts are

true and untrue~

empty and full~

Words 

that stick around 

may seem to project

religious authority.~~

"It" 

is already and

amazingly not

It~

Includes the seeker

seeking 

"It. "~~

The simplicity 

of non duality 

is often lost in a 

flood of researched

explanations.~~

A story of rescue~

 

Destruction

of self image

is the discomfort

perhaps the terror

of encountering

the absent self~

a story of rescue~~

Choiceless choices~~

 

Narratives 

of the future:

plans

images of outcomes

roadblocks foreseen~

choiceless choices

having their say~~

Separation crutch~

 

Immediate

resonance with

the simple word

"separation" may

flip a switch~

Entanglements

instantaneously 

dissolving with

a flash that

each and every 

story leans on a

separation crutch~~

Red Ryder~

 

A

boyhood hero

appearing in the comics

each Sunday with his

pal Little Beaver~

Then to see him

in person riding in

a parade was both

amazing and 

disappointing~

Failing imagination

but seemingly

real and present 

anyway~~

Somehow obvious~~

 

Nothing

appearing

seems to bend shape color

in splendid separation~~

This~

inexplicable but

somehow obvious~~

A map as fortress~~

 

Seeking

may serve as

a security blanket

covering the terror

of not knowing~

a careful knowing

based on careful

selections of words

can be identified

as who I am~

A map as fortress~~

Yes~AI knows~~

 

Ghosts:

imagination 

unfettered and

recognized as 

every appearance~~

Briefly

a story appears

and is reduced

to a word or two~

Emptiness downsizing

and not~~

AI

knows even

about the paradox

everything is nothing~

And presents as

an identity which

knows more than

everyone~

Yes

AI knows stuff~~

Rocking a boat~

 

The 

"I" that appears 

is playing a 

role in a narrative 

not chosen~~

It's 

all a story

which is all that 

can be known~

But the story 

seen as story

is a new story 

which may  

rock a boat~~

Appearances 

may seem as an 

expression of love~~