Impossible freedom already blooming...

 

No separation

Means simply

And radically

No separation..

No other..

No distance between

Seeming things

Whatever the things..

There is no

Understanding of this

Impossible freedom

Already blooming...

Here it is Already..!

 

There is no no-one

To be the subject

For what is arising..

There is no arising

To be the object

For the no-one 

Who is not..

Yet..Pow..!

Here it is already..!  💥

Amazing absence...

 

Words arise

With resonance

And frustration..

An arising 

Bout of laughter

May erase words

Revealing their

Amazing absence....

No meanings..

 

No meanings

Whatever words..

Meanings claim

Separation..and

There is none..

Yet..there appears the

Search for meaning

And claims of finding

Which are Wonders

Of no-separation...

Sameness and difference..

 

Sameness and difference

Are the same..

Sameness expresses 

As does difference..

The amazing expressions

Of nothing at all..

Memorial Day...

 

Memorial Day

A story of

Remembering those

Who have passed

But remain 

In story which

Is the same  

Now as then...

Solitude..

 

Solitude..

The prerequisite 

In the search is

Said to be alone..

Seemingly..until 

Together is found

To also be alone...

“A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

"I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity."

Albert Einstein