Riding the Rails

Riding the Rails

When we reflect

On our life

We might resemble

A train passenger 

Riding and attending to

Clocks and destinations..

The rails on our train

Reveal and restrict and

Guide beliefs in the

Severed nature of things..

As a passenger we are

Rattled by a whistle 

High notes we exalt 

Low notes we blanket..

Until the day

We step off the train

Into the station

With its permanence

Recognizing arrival 

Finding our Home...

Similarity

Similarity

Walking

and a photograph of a

sunlit cloud seemingly

next by a tree

with similar features..

This is Subjectivity

expressing itself

in Similarity..

We see things

as we are

not as they are...

The final step

The final step

It seems

there are those who

near the end of

a journey to

Self-recognition..but

hesitate before stepping

into what appears

as self-destruction..

The end would be
the Recognition that
there is no journey
and the small self
making a journey is
  illusionary story...

Purgatory: 

the state between knowing 

i'm nothing 

and not knowing 

i'm everything.

~~Jerry Katz

Old times...

Old times...

Looking over 

Old photographs

And letters sent long ago

Family exchanges mostly 

News and advice flowed 

By slow methods of then..

And seemingly a portrait

Of those daily shadows

Unhappiness with situations

Lingering physical ailment..

Although we have done some 

Rearranging..there remains

A familiarity with these 

Parental generations

Folks who have passed..

There is the equality in

Who they were..their Self

The same as mine..

Are we closer today in the

Recognition of our Self..?

And if not...?

Our Tree

Our Tree

Finding peace 

Amid today's turmoil for

The passing of a Tree

Our many ringed cottonwood

Whose long life has paralleled

Ours for many seasons..

Sensitivities cry out about the

Ending of something within

Remembered as the

Coloring and shading of our

Being for all these seasons.. 

And especially now as the

Paint of autumn promises

New joys and tears...

"Indeed, the absolute knowledge of our own being is the only knowledge there is that could serve as a foundation for world peace, because it is the only knowledge there is that is the same for all people, at all times, in all circumstances, and under all conditions." ~~Rupert Spira

The Perennial Tradition

The Perennial Tradition

Beliefs

Stand shattered

By those searching

To quench desires on  

Unfulfilling old paths..

There is a path..however 

Older than old and

New as the present moment

Which stands ready

For our recognition..

Recognized it appears

As no path at all

This is the Recognition of

Sages and searchers

Startled to find they were

Already that for which

We all search...

Everything Just Is

  

Everything Just Is

When we recognize
Time as illusion
As mind created
Same goes for space..

Then we rely
On direct reporting
From our senses
Just the is-ness
Of it all..

Is-ness is 1st
Then the mind
Climbs aboard
Naming and claiming
And is-ness fades
Into the background
Once more and
Once more...

Everything just is. Just the way it is. Just the way it is. You do not have to do anything about anything. You do not have to change anything or fix anything or improve anything. Everything just is. If you can only understand this great truth you would become the happiest being on earth. For when you realize that everything just is, you are living spontaneously. There is no past, there is no future, there is no birth, there is no death. Everything just is the way it is.

Robert Adams