Act 1..Scene 1
Witches pose the time and place:
When the hurly-burly's done
And the battle's lost and won..
Fair/foul (fog and filthy air)
Mark appearing oppositions
And forebodings in Scene 1...
Scene 2
A bleeding Captain reports well
Of a brave Macbeth
Who overcame a doubtful clinging
As swimmers choking their art..
And brandishing steel accomplished
A valiant beheading..
We view here the planted seed of
A looming path of destruction...
Hope..
Is derived from Love..
Love appearing as hope..
And when hope falters
The appearance may end..yet
Love remains...
Quotes on Hope...
https://wisdomquotes.com/hope-quotes/
Miguel de la Torre..
Concepts..
Thoughts and perceptions expressed
Are concepts..formulations..
This finite processing of everything
From oranges to quantum theory to
Esoteric spiritual experiences
Seems to fog our Self-Recognition...
We wait for Silence to tell us that
Concepts Point to our Identity...
Delight..
A name pointing to that which
Has no name..
Appearing as trillions of forms..
To remind us of
Separation's illusion...
Delight is the secret. Learn of pure delight and thou shalt learn of 'God'. What then was the commencement of the whole matter? Existence that multiplied itself for sheer delight of being and plunged into numberless trillions of forms so that it might find itself innumerably.
~Sri Aurobindo~
Conjunction..
Some say
We are witnessing a conjunction
Named the Christmas Star..
Yet vast separation remains as
Precision eyes report:
Jupiter and Saturn seem to
Stand alone..but let us consider
Conjunction as a message
From the Star..YOU found a Shift:
Conjunction posing as separation...
"A billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that will be,
when all the stars are dead."
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Christmas Tidings..!
Beneath a story many celebrate
Of a birth beneath a star..
There lies a latch..when
Opened..will set us free..
On this celebrated night
The Truth..apparently hidden
And remaining hidden now
Was unlatched for those then
And now..
~One-being-all-there-is~
This simple news about what
Has always been..That's it..!
Christmas Tidings..!
Waiting..
We wait and watch
For a mark in time
Which will relieve the
Numbness of waiting..
Many marks appear
And re-appear..without
Rewarding a promise..
Unexpected..a footstep
Out of time..removes the
Waiting...
Our time is a time of waiting; waiting is its special destiny. And every time is a time of waiting, waiting for the breaking of eternity. All time runs forward. All time, both history and in personal life, is expectation. Time itself is waiting, waiting not for another time, but for that which is eternal.
~~Paul Tillich
The virus..
Dead and seeking
For a life-force
For a host..
Death seeking Life..
As do we
Suffering as separate
Seeking our Freedom
Dying to falsities
Resurrecting...
Coronavirus is a virus. Viruses are unusual in that they can be crystalized, just like table salt can be crystalized. So they behave like a chemical, albeit an extremely complicated chemical. You might be surprised to learn that viruses can't propagate! A virus particle enters a cell, opens up to release genetic material, in the case of Coronavirus that's m-RNA, and that genetic material is then used by the cell's ribosome to manufacture new virus particles. When there are enough of these, the cell membrane bursts, and the virus goes on to infect other cells.
What are
Those perceptions we experience
Without distance and time which
Conventional beliefs deplore..?
Ponder those astronomical wonders..
Unimaginable distances which
We perceive with awe..
Are we prepared for a Shift:
Trillions upon trillions
These numbers collapsing in our
Recognition of the nearness of
Star constellations and coffee cups..
With nearness dissolved...
Appearances..
When we discover the Reality of Appearances..we have
Awakened in our journey..The dream state of separation
Finds these same appearances as standing alone..as solid..
And convincing in their forthright presentation.. Dreaming
Separation is the backdrop of the story on which we..as
Characters..play our roles.. in days of joy and sorrow..
When the discovery is made.. the Reality of Appearances..
Who is awakened..? Our Real Self has awakened our
Real Self ..with Appearances..Now blessedly known
As fleeting..and joyous..Self-Attire...
Perception
Takes place through lenses
Which are ground based upon
Varied assumptions of
Separation..our culture is stamped
By a belief of an independent
Out-there..with separation as the
Herald of truth..but there are
More and more lenses these days
Perceiving the same out-there..yet
Knowing it as a "seeming" truth
An appearance Here and Now
With no out-there out there...
Between Oases
Are the dry patches of
Misdirecting and wanting
To find a trail to the comfort
Of the next Oasis..
The secret
Yet to be discovered by many
The weary traveler:
Pause on your trail and
Be introduced to the You
Who has never departed
One Oasis...!
The Symphony I Am..
And we are..
Each of us..
Is shaped by instruments
Of the noisy quiet world..
Our inward stage
Where the music plays
Cacophonies and arias
The clash of cymbals
And pregnant pauses..
All allowed and welcome
For their brief stay..
As we note their
Composition of the
Symphony I Am...
Miranda Warren's website: This Terrible Love..
They send me words, and little pictures of themselves light up the screen and reflect off my face in the darkness of the wee hours. Outside, the sounds of the forest hum a lullaby. The seekers that came here the past few years called this silence. How funny that seems, for I hear a symphony--- life singing in so many voices; a choir of love carried in the wind.
They want to know what they can do about something or other. Or they want to know how to escape the pain of something or other. They wonder if I have an opinion on what they say is going on. If they are not specific, I have to ask them what they think is going on.
For I am aware of no thing that is going on. Just the wind and the music of the dream of life that is playing a love song in my brain's theater of everything and nothing at all. And yet it is not a song you have to go to some retreat in the woods to hear.
The notes may vary, but I have heard this song everywhere it seems I have been. It sings in the heart of London, the remote Highlands of Scotland, the cities in flames, and the rooms where people take their final breath. It sings in the gunshots in an alley in Chicago, the labored breath of lovers after orgasm, and the cries of grief of the newly widowed. It echoes in the poignant wail of a baby's first cry, and in the quiet despair of people sitting alone in their rooms...never knowing they are not alone. It soars like an orchestra in the billions of songs of insects and birds and wildlife--- in the wilderness and the urban enclave.
It is the song of life and love that is weaving a dream undreamt, and what is going on is not any thing or event that appears to be happening in a separate place and time, for there is no place and there is no time. Nothing is happening to you and nothing is happening to me. And yet, I am you and you are me. And even that is as impossible and true and untrue as your beating heart, your heart which I hear right now, drumming a song of beauty so miraculous you would fall to the ground in tears if only you could hear the luminous music that you are...and aren't at all. ♥
~~Miranda Warren
The Social Dilemma
Attraction and attachment
Hooked and holding..
Many momentary "highs"
Of Likes..Loves..Wows..
But of short duration as
Thirst returns seeking for
More highs..finding instead
Those confining pains..
Allowing others to define
Who we are..is the basic
Sin of social media..
We are tangled in a
Hidden matrix..with many
Not locating the simple exit:
Asking the perennial questions
Perhaps..Who am I..??...
Walking and preaching
We find ourselves walking
Somewhere to meet and speak..
Speaking seems to be
Our destination..until we
Discover our speaking
Simply is a form of
Our Being..here named:
Walking...
Fairy Tales..
Fairy tales ride
On the feathers of time..
The feathers fall
Revealing the wisp of time..
Rendering the sky
Not-ending and open
For new tales arising
And feathers falling...
Everything perceived and thought to be known is an illusion constructed by the mind, a fairy tale world of beings and things that are not beings and things at all. The quantum physicists and the neuroscientists and the nonduality speakers all tell me this, yet they are also illusions. They speak and my mind dances with them, and then they vanish into thin air, their enigmatic smiles lingering a moment like the Cheshire cat, and I run to the mirror and what do I see….?
An imagined Miranda, invented by no one, a fictional character, who one day in an imagined past saw that everything seemed to be a dream I could not remember from moment to moment. It felt as if some strange surreal world was being invented each instant, but I could not find the flow of time. It was beyond disorienting, for I couldn't even locate the center of it all, and yet these made up people and a make believe world appeared.
I was one of the fairy tale characters, and it was always clear it was not my dream. And maybe that world stopped spinning, or really it was like getting on a moving carousel and finding your seat on the merry-go-round horse, and the lights and colors and names of people places and things, the noun-known world, was so clearly a fantasy---I couldn't even say it came from my brain or have any idea from what or how or why....
Yet all these appearances, even now a panorama of seamless perception containing the illusion of separation, seem to happen, and somehow it seems as if there is wine and a glass and a hand reaching out and then drinking, and yet there is nothing at all. Only an unfathomable, ineffable, inexplicable fairy tale fantasy love story that is not even that, or this, or any thing imagined or unimagined at all ❤
~~Miranda Warren
Journeys are dreams..
Here to there
Marks on a map..
These arguments for
Our seeming journeys..
Of journeys past and
Cruises in planning
Journeys we know..yet
In this lockdown interlude
We might discover
All of these journeys
As simply dreams
Of the Ocean I am...
The Virgin Mary..
For some~~
The Advent season brings us
To the story of Mary with her
Fears and misgivings after
Angelic conversations..
Her status as a virgin pointed
To an angelic mistake..does not
A conception require separation..?
A new question:
Might there be inner Birth
Recognizing Virginity
Appearing as separation...?
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
Love in relationship..
Is our common context..
And we find examples of
What seems as genuine love
Between and among..
But let's ask: can this love
Cover and smother..and
Steal our knowing of
Freedom..as our birthright..?
~~CC
It appears that most prayers
Assume a separation..separation of
God and of others..even when a
Unity is accepted through intellect..
Read or listen to most prayers and
Find the gaps and spaces..
The question for our time is how
Might this assumption be uprooted..?
Most simply..by recognition of That
In which prayers are rooted..which
Is a Presence never absent..still...
Swami Sarvapriyananda: "I'm one with you absolutely, I don't disagree one bit. But we must admit there's a vast number of people in this world who would not want to go so far, who would want to hold on to their individuality, and have God as an 'other', finding a distinction between God's being and our being, and set up a loving but dualistic relationship based on faith, and worshipping God. So where would you stand on this? Ultimately one has to come to the realization that 'I am Brahman', 'I am the infinite', for enlightenment and liberation."
Rupert Spira: "The dualistic devotion towards God is valuable. It weakens the ego. But it does not uproot the ego. In fact, for the ego to be truly uprooted - it cannot be uprooted because it doesn't really exist as such - but for the illusion of separation to be dissolved, this dualistic relationship between self and other (whoever that other is; whether it's a person or a God) must come to an end. Even from the point of view that the world is created by or emerges out of this magnificent, infinite God at a seeming distance from ourself, if the world is a creation of that and we as individuals are a creation of the world, then whatever the essence of the world is - which is God - must be the essence of what we are. So even if one follows the common dualistic idea all the way, one must inevitably at the end come to the realization that the being that I am is a localization of the only being there is. If we go deeply into the dualistic approach, there is only room for one being, there is only room for God's being. Sooner or later one must come to the realization that there is no self in me other than God's being. That to me is true devotion to God."
LIFE being life..
Regrets in this life
Transport us outward
And mark a duration
To some remembered place..
Yet there is a tension
Accompanying
To turn us once more with
A relieving recognition:
LIFE being life...
She was getting old, she wrote me, and she was filled with regret that she had spent decades at satsangs and retreats and watching videos and reading books about enlightenment. She said she felt that her life had passed her by and she had nothing to show for it.
I told her that was her life, every smile and hug she shared with everyone else at every talk and every retreat, seeker and sage alike, simply human animals singing and talking and meditating and doing yoga and laughing and crying and sleeping and breaking bread together; her life was in every beautiful word that touched her, and that feeling of longing the words evoked was none other than her own love and beauty; her life was there in all the videos that perplexed her and annoyed her and also filled her with wonder and awe.
I told her there is no this to get, no journey to nowhere, and your life was never your own, it never passed you by, it is you, it is all and everything and no thing at all. No one has ever had more, known more, or felt more than you do right now in this apparent instant, and that is as enlightened as any of us are ever going to get. This is your life, and it is love, and it is not even that, yet it is always so beautifully and wonderfully and mysteriously more than enough.
~~Miranda Warren
A Messy Advent..
For some~~
It is time for Advent
That special season of waiting
For a birth in a storied event..
Incarnation it is called..with a
Child arriving to save us from
Sins construed as so messy..
Re-contemplating that
Child.. recalling our own
Innocence..before our many
Journeys to far places
Seeking in messiness
Our illusive Innocence..
Until..with joyful Surprise
A discovery..at journey's end:
From our Innocence
We have never departed...!
Matthew 18: 2 He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. 3 And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 5 And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.
Thankful Thursday..
In this year of
Virus and chaos
We have arrived at
This Thursday for Thanks..
The outward turn
Of daily attention
Has immersed us and
Grayed inner vision..
So perhaps this Thursday
We might pause to reveal
Our inner Light of
Thankful Thursday...
In the envelope of time
Reincarnation appears
Soothing as we dwell in
The seeming reality of the
Day..a settling into this
Plenitude of time..if not now
Another lifetime will do..
The lonely self grasps this
Logical story to fill a gap..
That is..until time is found
Crumbling in the explosion
Of a Birdsong...
Question: What do you think happens when the physical body dies? Reincarnation?
Krishnamurti: The whole of Asia believes in reincarnation, that there is such a thing as the soul, as the self, which is being constantly made perfect though time. Which means repeated births. If one believes in that, that you will be born next life in a better condition in order to become more and more perfect, until you reach whatever you reach, it implies that you must behave rightly now. If you believe in reincarnation, what is important is what your conduct is now, how you live now, what kind of person you are now, because if you are brutal, if you are violent, if you are ugly, you are going to continue that same thing next life. But most people who believe in this don’t care two pins how they live now – it is just a theory to them. It gives them a kind of comfort because they don’t know what death is, and at least they have some belief.
So there is this whole theory or belief in reincarnation, in the perfection of a human mind growing through time becoming perfect. And you say, ‘What do you believe?’ I say I don’t believe in anything. Now wait a minute, it is not agnostic. I see a different way of living. That is, if you are interested in it, death is something extraordinary, as love, not something to be afraid of. And to find out what it means, one must die every day. To die to every event, every pain, every ambition, to die to all that you have cherished as important. Otherwise you are just living in the past, as most people are. Or rather, not living in the past – they are the past. So can one die to yesterday, to everything? Not just to one particular form of pain or one particular form of fear or pleasure, but the feeling of emptying the mind of all the problems of yesterday.
Interview with Wilfred Thomas at Brockwood Park, 5 October 1970
Why not a dream..??
Forms of faces by the
AI Artist ensconced in the
Dreaming Mind
We all are..
Do these people look real to you..??
Violence..
If a basic separation is assumed
To be fundamental..then.. until
An awakening..discovering
Separation as illusion..
We might expect that
Doing and moving may wreak
Violence in large and small ways..
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A grammar lesson..
Start with a polarity
Those many dualities
We have believed are
Separation's truth..
Recognize then the
Play of Subject / object..
As the object wishes to
Stand alone..the Subject
Expresses the Truth of
Oneness: dissolving
Separation so that
At last we recognize
Beauty and Truth:
Subject being object...
Retreat..
A retreat is available
When we are right busy
Riding our range..
This retreat..when
Frequently visited becomes
Shorter and shorter..leading
To recognition of Retreat
As our new Name..
We are ReNewed
Riding a new Range...
Journeys..
Direct and Indirect
Portrayed as choices sometimes..
But are they choices..?
The direct journey has no
Geography or duration..and
Those arriving tell the joke:
There is no journey..!
The indirect journey is
Composed of stops and starts
Searching for what might be
Directly discovered...
Naming..
Proclaims separation..!
That's it..
We give everything a name, that’s the problem. We say this is cancer, this is poverty, this is an earthquake, this is a million dollars, this is a new home, this is a new car, this is a war, this is a dog, this is a cat. We have names for everything. What if we forgot about those names, and we stopped seeing things as something? What if we just observed things, watched things without giving them a name, without coming to a conclusion? What do you think would happen? You would transcend everything. Whatever you’re no longer attached to, gives way. Whatever you’re no longer holding on to, no longer holds on to you. And as you let go of your opinions toward person, place and things, you find that you’re growing, you’re evolving. You’re beginning to become something that is ineffable, something that cannot be explained, something that’s so wonderful, you never dreamed that something like this existed. Yet it does.
Robert Adams
Democracy..
This hidden diamond
In our culture..is
Buried by layers of
Distrustful hedging..
Constitutions and governments
Are molded with trappings to
Protect from a fearful notion..
History gains glimpses..yet
The diamond hides
Until one day
(Right Now for some..)
The diamond's gift is
Freedom exposed...!
