Complications..

 

Complications

Arise as stories

Of individuals

Protecting their identity

Against the 

Frightening simplicity

Of their absence

Of their not-two-ness

Of freedom that is

Not freedom..

How? Who asks?

 

The story of

Subtraction..from

Separation with 

Weights and measures

To appearances

With empty

Weights and measures..

How?   Who asks?

Not Knowing appearing..

 

Not-Knowing

May appear as

A multitude of stories

Which pretend to know

And to look for answers

For what is not known

Until a futility story

Whispers of freedom..

Black and White..

 

Any words

Will divide this

White space

And may suggest

That the words 

Appear black..

Any words

Will divide this

White space

And may suggest

That the words 

Are also white..

You are not two~

You are not two

There you go~

More words

Not two too~~ 

You won't be disturbed!

If you are attuned

To reading a story

As a story then 

You won't be

Disturbed by the

You appearing in

The story above..

Identification~

 

Identification

May be a bow to

Self separation

Or an appearing

Memory of who

We are 

And are not

Emptiness clouded~

 

Words

Arise and

Fade all at once~

They may seem to

Invite understanding

Clouding their emptiness~

A cautionary tale~~

A character plus luggage..

 

"I"

a story

of a character

plus luggage~

An absent center

appearing to haul

treasures and trash

decorating an

"I" ~~

Unavoidable apartness~

 

What appears

Looks unavoidably

Conflicting~

Images and words

Make their case~

But that story or

Another one may

Instantly point to

Emptiness which

Revises and doesn't

Revise the story~~

Dissatisfaction and satisfaction~

 

This story 

of a seeker's 

dissatisfaction with

what seems to be

and vows 

seeking satisfaction

anywhere but here~ 

As the story continues

our seeker finds  

emptiness anywhere~

and lives happily

and unhappily 

ever after~~😃

And dogma speaks~

A word appears

And simultaneously arise

Meanings and interpretations

Which introduce more words

But...after many repetitions

That word may seem to stand alone

Without the spinoffs

And dogma speaks.

What 

Was the seeker before

That identity arose..? 

The story is that the seeker 

Is a spontaneous arising 

Which points to a 

Dissatisfaction with 

Separation. 💜

Tree on empty canvas~

 

A tree

With a thousand

Faces from memory

Appears taken by

Death and distilled

As life remembered

On an empty canvas~

Identification~

 

Maybe this. 

Am is the 

indefinable word, 

which appears as I..

Am is I ? 

Identification

May be a bow to

Self separation

Or an appearing

Memory of who

We are 

And are not

 

Might we not say that 

what appears 

through a keyhole is, 

indeed, already whole, 

already everything, 

as is the keyhole and 

the apparent looker? 

Stories

Depend on separation

Boundaries and such

And there simply 

Are none but

Stories appear anyway

Declaring it seems

The miracle of it all~

Expressing..

 

both 

art and words 

are expressing 

what cannot be 

expressed~

and those

expressions are

not separate from 

what cannot be

expressed~~

What's Happening~~

 

What's

Happening~

An apparent 

Invitation to

Find the self

Absent and

Discover

The impossibility

Of witnessing

What's 

Happening~~

Resonance..

 

Resonance..

A story told which

Seems to trigger 

A reaction in the

Illusory separate 

Seeker..

An impossibility

Rides...

The self personifies separation~~

 

The "self" 

personifies 

separation~

Thus the 

inexplicable magic:

The empty self 

is free and not~~🔥

"There is no seeker"~

 "There is no seeker." 

Of course

The seeker and no seeker

Are not two~

That's the appearance

Of the seeker

Who may or may not

"Discover" her appearance~~🔥

It's all Nothing~

 

It's all 

Nothing~

And it's unknowable

Why appearances 

Seem otherwise~

A nutshell story

Of what is

Called non duality~~

The Preface~~

 

The

Separate me

A bedrock of 

How things are~

Solid and no

Questions asked~

Yet nudges tell

Of something 

Not quite right~

A preface to a

Story which

Might end there

Or not~~

When there is a me,

Everything seems real.

The body is considered “my body”

And other people are as real as you are.

The world is real and important.

Just like your life is real and important.

When there is no me,

It is seen,

By no-one,

That there is no world.

It is so obvious

That it is strange to see

That nearly everybody

Believes that

There is a real world

---Rosemarijn Roes, from her book, Wondrously Free”

No special words~

There

Are no special

Words but all

Are special hints

Of freedom~~

Stories are Maps..

 

Stories

Map boundaries

Of the boundless

Territory~~

Patriotism~

 

Patriotism

An energetic

Belief arises

With apparent

Identification~

And stories of

War and peace

Saturate the 

Airwaves~

These stories

Mapping boundaries

Of the boundless

Territory~~

Here I am~

 

Here

I am~

The character

Empty at that

Referenced by I

Who is seemingly 

In a place

On a stage

Present and

Ready for action~~

Silence and Thought~

 

Silence 

and thought~

Three words resonating 

Seemingly 

Occasionally~

Are there better 

Words to express 

What cannot be expressed? 

All words seem to end up: 

This word and that one 

Are not two~~