On the Road again

On the Road again

to Emmaus..

They spoke to him retelling the Sunday sermon..

and his response: how foolish you are..the story is a

pattern told before and in that pattern you might find

me and you..and other sons and daughters of Adam..and 
this message ignited their hearts burning..what we know 
now was always before us before...!

Happiness

Happiness

So much depends on Awareness of 

our real Self..That Self of dimensions

our lives between..Happiness only

found in singular perspective reaching 

and caressing the other..

Once desire is liberated from the need to produce happiness for a non-existent self, it is revealed as a play of energies that express, share and celebrate happiness itself.  
Rupert Spira

Words

Words

Shedding the boundaries..inside and out..

how to express this enlarged..more than enlarged..

territory with words..words which always

separate bifurcate imprison and shout..

The boundary erasure may present trees with

breathing energy..colors which shimmer taking

one's breath..or dancing figures appearing and not

..words may constrict and contain, even destroy these 
images born in one's territory not ending..yet we try..
and sometimes find words with a faint glow..just 
reminders of our dwelling in sun and silence..
without...

Billy Squirrel

Billy Squirrel

I am looking at the black cover

of my journal..where 

these numbers stand 2014..this measure

of the line from my birth..a lengthening

line we each own..now Billy Squirrel

approaches my seat on a sunny porch 

morning..and come to think that Billy

knows no line..his moment's interest is 

a just discovered peanut..now standing

and hands handle as I would if becoming

that squirrel..are there matters more

important..on this Saturday morning..

than erasing that line..and becoming

as Billy with attention all gathered

to that peanut delight...

Logan's dance

Logan's dance

I remember Farish lake

on a gravel road

and summer's tall pines..

fishing poles and cans of worms

Andy as Andy

Opie as Logan 

a whistlin' and a dancin'

that Mayberry tune..

I remember a boat to Alaska

Molly and Logan

presenting their gifted surprise:

a dance routine much rehearsed

honoring our 50th celebration..

Logan dances and lives

love of Life outpours into Excelling

in his sports and learning and..yes..

all these are dance..

And so..his confirmation I know

cannot confirm more than

a boy's love..becoming

his dance...!

Telling it straight

Telling it straight

Why not indeed tell it straight..

history and story and time seem straight

and so we expect that the telling should

also flow straight and sequential and all..

But then on occasion we find that 

straight deceives and only but satisfies

our cultured impatience to know..

Liberating it is, but effort it demands

to hear stories which surprise and jolt

there is delay in displaying what we know

a telling the way life unfurls and is...

Clouds Of

Clouds Of

Life as lived

is laden with might-have-beens

each moment's potentials

moment on moment is layered..

And what of history put down

and of those fallen words..

fallen as resumes and obituaries..

Would not Real history consist

of Art's rendering of those layers..

Each layer trying to recover more from

 those Clouds Of might-have-beens..

Our Clouds which collapsed to

record resumes and obituaries

dead remnants of so much more...

Iterations

Just as bees gather honey, so we collect from all that happens what is sweetest—and we build Him. Even with the littlest, most insignificant thing, when it comes from love, we begin. We begin with effort and the repose that follows efforts, with silence or a solitary joy, with everything we do alone without anyone to join or help us, we begin Him whom we will not live to see, any more than our ancestors could experience us. Yet they are in us, those long departed ones, they are in our inclinations, our moral burdens, our pulsing blood, and in gestures that arise from the depths of time. (Rilke)

Rome, December 23, 1903

Letters to a Young Poet

STRETCH...Non-Duality

STRETCH...Duality and Nonduality

April 21st, 2014

“That all opposites—such as mass and energy, subject and object, life and death—are so much each other that they are perfectly inseparable, still strikes most of us as hard to believe. But this is only because we accept as real the boundary line between the opposites. It is, recall, the boundaries themselves which create the seeming existence of separate opposites. To put it plainly, to say that "ultimate reality is a unity of opposites" is actually to say that in ultimate reality there are no boundaries. Anywhere.” 
--- Ken Wilber

“As simple as that sounds, it is nevertheless extremely difficult to adequately discuss no-boundary awareness or nondual consciousness. This is because our language — the medium in which all verbal discussion must float — is a language of boundaries. As we have seen, words and symbols and thoughts themselves are actually nothing but boundaries, for whenever you think or use a word or name, you are already creating boundaries. Even to say "reality is no-boundary awareness" is still to create a distinction between boundaries and no-boundary! So we have to keep in mind the great difficulty involved with dualistic language. That "reality is no-boundary" is true enough, provided we remember that no-boundary awareness is a direct, immediate, and nonverbal awareness, and not a mere philosophical theory. It is for these reasons that the mystic-sages stress that reality lies beyond names and forms, words and thoughts, divisions and boundaries. Beyond all boundaries lies the real world of Suchness, the Void, the Dharmakaya, Tao, Brahman, the Godhead. And in the world of suchness, there is neither good nor bad, saint nor sinner, birth nor death, for in the world of suchness there are no boundaries.” 

― Ken Wilber
(No Boundary: Eastern and Western Approaches to Personal Growth)

THE SCIENCE AND MYSTERY OF PERCEPTION 

Perception underpins all human behavior and helps interpret sensory information to make sense from the senseless. The brain, to create meaning where there is possibly none, processes perception from the unperceived and thought from the unthinkable. The process of perception is in fact one of creation. What we perceive is not what is out there or within. There is no inherent value in the incredibly complex patterns of light that fall onto our eyes, and yet we see coherent forms and motions that enable us to survive. Exploring the nature of perception can help us glimpse life beyond experiencer and experience, perceiver and perception.

--- Science and Non-Duality Conference (SAND)

Backyard deer

Backyard deer

Our yard is sheltered

high board fence with trees..

Only I know and see

this she-deer lying then standing

sheltered on this Easter eve..

Alert as ever with swiveling ears

each of my in-door sounds 

is entered in her registry..

So this connection of 

mis-trust and rest

makes her life..and ours..

until sometime when

mis-trust finds real rest

that of eternal

already Now...

Camouflage

Camouflage

The light must be dimmed..and 

the dimming comes from stories..

stories out there and stories in here

become the same stories..and all

are as prisms filtering bright light

showing new colors with each telling..

The question should arise: what is

the Real story in camouflage

not told in each telling...?

Conversation II

Conversation II

When the knowing 

is duality..conversation roams

over fields of facts with connections

as arising..these connects may point

to embracing non-duality..which some say

should have been the beginning knowing ..

Mis-connects spread..separation rules..

red emotions rise with the exchanging heat

and in some domains..blood streaks the floor..!

Non-duality apparently must be tasted

and tasted again..to savor its humble flavor

cleansing those doors of perception

simply knowing not-knowing...!

Conversation

Conversation

Finding real conversation

is the task of our time..

Of those engaged each needs

find inside and out as single..

With a single identity

each has located a unique self..

A self NOW anchored

 in higher dimension with

space and time unbounded..

NOW brings joy experience

and conversation finds

beauty in difference...

It's not about me

It's not about me

I am a teacher

who shunned the spotlight..

When excited crowds gathered

I often found an exit to slip away..

I became absent to encourage 

each their own reflection on

 their own Divine connection..

Please read once more my prayer

how each Connects in there..

In my burial place they again

found my absence

 I wished my departing message

to be profound yet so simple:

It's not about me...!

Pesach (Passover)

Pesach (Passover)

It is all woven and interwoven

the Sea splitting on the Seventh 

is looped into first day..

And this of the Plagues..all ten..

are but  hits  extracting light bits

from our Tree of Life shadows..
Adam and Serpent on a new stage:

Moses and Pharaoh.. Egypt showdown..

Twenty-six generations since Noah

 time to rise up.. Bring some light down..!

A new story now unfolds..not the one

as Sunday-school told..the Bible reports

such a rush to depart and we ask: What is

the rush..? Pharaoh had lifted his decree

and the people were free..Yet the Sea was

ripped..not split..with hidden urgen-cy..

In-sight arrives..counter-intuitive..yet

a Gift to us now.. in these modern times..

The Plagues dislodged those bits

but Illumination with vigor began

 erasure.. of human shadow and pain..

Thru our lenses..smart dual-frames..

we exhort:  Let that light shine..!

But then, surprising costs were 

made clear..life choices would vanish

 and our homes..neighborhood localities..

 disappear..our dimension thereby

quickly consumed by the Light..

So exit they must and depart very soon..

 Light need be dimmed and lives resume..

Thus..a departure elevated.. and 

a distant Mount found new Eyes...!

With appreciation to the City of Luz...!

Electricity

Electricity

in your toes and in your eye lashes

then shifting elsewhere as you choose..

We direct our focus to ever present

electricity producing that glow and

in simultaneity attend to the doing and

to the noise of this moment..

With a postscript: can we remember

as we forget...?

4D Reality

4D Reality

Simple as this..?

As flatlanders experienced

the nonsensical unbelievable

and heretical third dimension..

Are we now evolved

after those eons to be surprised

that the Fourth has been here

all along awaiting each person's

unique discovery...?

A reset

A reset

Understanding finds joy..?

Perhaps the experience of joy

is only found in dawning understanding

that presence is real and available

to all in this moment..

Realizing is a reset

a tripping and a new dawn

of understanding that presence

stands aware and loving itself

and fills all with a pulsing joy...

Sea of Light

Sea of Light

We might imagine

a Sea of Light..

Add our perceptions

of the teeming world

recognizing that these

compose our experience..

Perceptions declare:

out there is really in here

an experience of oneness

proposes we are light

with perceived footsteps

in the Sea of Light..

But really not quite...!

Perennials

Perennials

Each religion

and each life

founded upon

this flow:

GroundofBeing

~

Awareness

~

Mindbodyworld

~

Return

Becoming this

in moments

remembered

is the only

Happiness...

Exposure

Exposure

Each day we mingle

with others who

amplify their presence..

broadcasters, newsmakers

watercooler storytellers..

How do we find ourselves

entering these amplifications..

And how is it when we 

are the amplifiers...

Dancing in the rain

Dancing in the rain

A short meditation..

The rain

encloses the dancer

becoming: raindancer..

The dancer

encloses the rain..

We let go 

Dancing in the rain

it ceases..resumes...

An impossible poem

An impossible poem

Our Awareness impossibly finds

presence and absence in play

and seems as shaping itself

but not yet separating into

clocks and towers and seashores..

Enter our minds to perform

this most special task and report:

Now we see..

But the report is swallowed

by our Awareness as proclaiming:

I alone am Aware..

So back to beginning and

finding our Awareness once more

presence and absence 

impossibly in play..

An impossible poem...?