Gifts of War

Gifts of War

As we consider
or disparage this

wrenching title..

We are told stories
some long hidden

of camaraderie

transcending fear

real freedom..

Might we today 
look beneath all

of life's struggles

and dislocations

and find there

this same Gift..
Visiting the Gift
we might find what  
has been forgotten:
we are that Gift...

Question and Answer

Question and Answer

A question is 

a narrowing by the mind

looking for satisfaction

in an objective way..

Looking in the way

the mind has always looked..

The sage advice we are given

is to cease looking

and recognize the 

deep core of the question:

dissolving all answers

in a most satisfying

Truth...

to Daniel on his 30th Birthday..!

to Daniel on his 30th Birthday..!

It is with pride and love

that I send you this greeting..

You have found your own way

as each of us must..

Your path has led

via those twists and turns

to this moment of reflection

on what is past and ahead..

You were blessed on that day

you met another on her path

and you both found

you have always been

walking together..

Together as Each

you will find your ways

through many new days

but let's pause on this one:

Have a Most Happy Birthday..!

Poppa

Perspectives

Perspectives

The world seems to be awaiting
the discovery that it..and each of us..
are not who we have thought ourselves
to Be..
Perspective teaches much..!
When we believe we are some-thing only
we suffer the pains of separation..
Peace comes with the recognition of ourselves
as no-thing..a blissful recognition..
Happiness arrives with a third recognition:
that we are every-thing..
However..these three stages are artificial and
analytical..
Experience reveals that all three are bundled
and we might simply enter our bundle
and note the various colorations of a whole:  
Some-No-Every-Thing..
The bundle is our fulfilled identity:
Freedom results in the knowing that
each perspective is available
at all times and in all places...

Our Colors

Our Colors

We live forgetting

who we are

and become enthralled

with roles and purposes..

Reality seems as

the coloring we apply

to the identity

we have forgotten..

Some of the coloring

is darker as life

presents its struggles..

At some point

we need recognize

life as forgetting

erasing the colors

remembering with joy

that which we 

have always been 

and still are...

Simply this...

A Christmas Message from Rupert Spira:

"‘I am’ is the first name of Christ. “Before Abraham was, I am”. Christmas is the Mass of Christ, that is, the remembrance and celebration of the I am that I am, and that knows itself to be. Instead of stories of children, mangers and sheep, it is this I am that I am, and that knows itself to be, that should be proclaimed from our churches. To know the peace that passeth understanding and the unconditional happiness that accompanies it, it is only necessary to know our own being – the I am that I am, and that knows itself to be – as it is.

"To indicate that is the most precious gift that anyone can impart or receive.

"Happy Christmas! That is, be happy in the remembrance and celebration of your own being – its knowing of itself."

The Hard Problem of Consciousness

The Hard Problem of Consciousness

It is exceedingly hard

because of stern dependence 

upon thoughts and perceptions

in diligent research of the brain.. 

Hoping to yield with great effort 

the secret of consciousness..

The assumption seems entrenched

that the mind has capacities

beyond its lenses of limitation..

The mind is lodged in time and space

and stands mute in the presence of

no-dimension..

It seems we are waiting for the mind

to yield to its humble limitations

acknowledging that solutions to

the hard problem exceed its grasp

as the moth dies in its flame of desire..

Surrender may then be the path

to a direct recognition

of the secret of long seeking...