Pull of Silence

Pull of Silence

If I do not

Stop writing

The Truth which

I wish to express

May well be more

Submerged..

Might I stop now

And allow the 

Dimmed light to

Remain as glimmer..?

Or might a few 

Words more

Serve to cleanse

What is already

Said...?

Bowl and Wax

Bowl and Wax

Imagine

If you can 

A bowl encased in wax.

And the bowl one day

Discovers that wax

And finds no end to it..

It covers all sides and

Of thickness forever..

Lonely at first

Until this Aware bowl

Discovers her own

Makeup of Wax...

The Vow

The Vow

Ruth and Naomi

Embraced the Grace of

Their common Self..

The one Self within

Which all journeys

Take place..and so

Ruth famously vowed

To go where you go and

Stay where you stay..

This wedding promise

Pointed to a Vastness

Unfolding into those

Religious stories which

We know so well..

(See the Book of Ruth)

No "doer"

No "doer"

How so..?

Our conditioning

(Some say baggage)

Demands a doer..

I work in my garden

And clocked the time

To fit a schedule..

These assumptions

Bow to the seeming

Reality of time..

But time melts

When recognized as

A mind's facade..

Rendering a "doing" 

Without a doer...!

Start Here

Start Here

In the clarity

The stillness of

One Self..

Start Here

Then the unfolding

The iteration

The creation

All made of 

Only Here..

Seek ye first..

Wipe the slate clean

Wipe the slate clean

This default

When complexities bind..

The knowing of

The Placeless place

Eternally transparent

Where separation dissolves

And a surge of Joy

With new Understanding

Wipes our slate clean...

Light at tunnel's end...

Walking

I saw it

The proverbial

Light 

At the tunnel's end..

This end...!

Certainty

Certainty

Religions 

Ask for it..

But more

We ask for it..

We want 

Clarity of contrast

Eye chart truth..

We were educated

That way..

Until one day

We find the Freedom

Of fuzziness..

And then we find

The Freedom of

Contrast...

STOP!

“When you are given the unspeakable grace, the unbelievable gift, of being able to see, to notice, that what you are thinking is an opinion, or is something by which you identify yourself, the gift of being able to listen to yourself, then stop. Honor the gift by stopping. And let it drop. The opinion. Let it drop. The bit of identity contained in every statement about yourself, every comment involving yourself, every question coming from yourself; let it drop. Let the grace of this moment of catching yourself having an opinion, talking as an “I”; let that grace stop you.”

“Do you want to know how to live life? Be still. Be still means, don’t think. You see? It’s so simple!” ~ Ramesh

“Be still” does not mean to stop moving the body. “Be still” does not mean to try to stop all thinking and feelings from arising. Thoughts and feelings will always arise. “Be still” means letting go of that secondary level of thought; opinion, judgement, commentary. This is what it means to stop.”

If you stop, something amazing happens. The individual stops being involved, stops acting; and amazingly, every Thing continues to happen. Without ‘you’ doing it. Because surprise, you were never doing it.

Try this experiment, if you can. The sense of separate self will panic as you come to the point where you stop doing anything; it may actually prevent you from stopping. But if grace of stopping happens, and there is the experience of watching everything continue to happen, you will never again be able to believe there was ever anyone there doing anything*.

~~Perfect Brilliant Stillness

In Those Years...Adrienne Rich

      

In Those Years

by Adrienne Rich

In those years, people will say, we lost track

of the meaning of we, of you

we found ourselves

reduced to I

and the whole thing became

silly, ironic, terrible:

we were trying to live a personal life

and yes, that was the only life

we could bear witness to

But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged

into our personal weather

They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove

along the shore, through the rags of fog

where we stood, saying I

- Adrienne Rich, 1929 - 2012

Via Joyce Kornblatt, thank you

-

Georgia O'Keeffe - Storm Cloud over Lake George, 1923

https://www.okeeffemuseum.org/

Miriam's Recognition

Miriam's Recognition

She and Aaron

Spoke from cloaked vision..

Clouding her Knowing

Of her own true Face..

That is..until reminded

Of humility's Face

The universal Face not

Clouded..available to all

When cloaks of separation

Are dissolved in 

Joyful Recognition...  

from Numbers 12: 

“Hear now My words:

If there is a prophet among you,

I, the LORD, make Myself known to him in a vision;

I speak to him in a dream.

Not so with My servant Moses;

He is faithful in all My house.

I speak with him face to face,

Even plainly, and not in dark sayings;

And he sees the form of the LORD.

Why then were you not afraid

To speak against My servant Moses?”

Emptiness

Emptiness

The mind resists

What seems to be

An entryway into

Emptiness

The cloak of Fullness.

Fear pulls us back

Into comfy norms of

What  we know so well..

And that seems the end

For many explorers..

The leap not taken..

But the invitation 

Remains..in a 

Blooming flower 

A sideward glance or

A crushing defeat...

Mars video...

https://youtu.be/ZEyAs3NWH4A

Utterly Empty and Yet Utterly Full..Osho

https://o-meditation.com/2020/07/16/utterly-empty-and-yet-utterly-full-osho/

Strength and Fragrance

Let the distractions lie..

Know they are also made

Of that which we truly Are..

But for now..there is need

To surrender and quietly

Taste the Purity and the

Transparency of that which

We originally Are..before

The distractions seemed to

Direct our paths through

Circuitous and frustrating

Byways...

Thought for the day....... "When speech comes from a quiet heart, it has the strength of the orchid, and the fragrance of rock." Stephen Mitchell, Four Watercolors by Tao-chi 

Johathan's Dream

Jonathan's Dream

This old biblical tale

Dreamlike in the telling

Could well be 

Our own dream..

Events and places

Abruptly appear and

Dissolve..

Dream opponents

Philistines and a giant

Appear and fade..

But what remains..?

The Grace of Namaste

(Jonathan and David)..

Which we Recognize

As we awaken from

Our own fitful Dream...

(See 1 Samuel: 18-23)

Spontaneity

Spontaneity !! 

Whether we know or not

Our experience is always 

Spontaneous..

Our Moment is shaped

And colored

And expresses

Always..our Self..yet

Our minds leap to separate

And label..rendering 

False impressions of  Self.. 

Allowing our minds to

Leap unnoticed

Takes us from Home on

More and more journeys..while

Recognition of Home comes

On one Spontaneous

Journey...!

Stars and Books. (with Hermann Hesse)

Fuel for the Fire

It is our conditioning  

That we need recognize..

Our sole purpose in life

Is to make this Recognition..

This is the baggage 

We have and are carrying..

Those stories and beliefs

Which seem to stand and claim

Our allegiance and identity..

This burden promises to stay

Until we give it our undivided

Attention..not referring to

Books and stars..but to that

Of ourself which is primed

To burn away and dissolve...

 

Thought for the day....... “I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.” Hermann Hesse

Exploration

Exploration

In an old story

Joshua and Caleb

Took the journey to

Milk and Honey Land

And recognized Themselves..

Their friends saw giants

And grasshoppers which

Concealed their Identity

With a veil of fear..

And their fear spread

Like a virus infecting

That waiting crowd..

Moses was perplexed

But knew then

That in our exploring

False identities must

Die in the wilderness

To finally reveal our

Milk and Honey... 

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Numbers+13%2C14&version=NIV

Seeming

Seeming

Who are we..

This seeming person

Doing that which we

Seem to be doing 

In this moment..?

Do we see

That "seeming" is our

Ticket to Recognize

Ourself as character

And ourSelf as Stage...?

History's Maskings

History's Maskings

This apparent urge to

Erase the markings of history

Which appear to stain..

History..a story appearing

In our reading this moment..

Often justifying past doings..

But..alas.. assumptions of 

Division cling and remain..

Statues..toppled in

Widespread places..may be

(Whether recognized or not)

A turn Inward..collectively

To cleanse the divisions 

Hiding our inner Vastness 

Out of which all history

Emerges and is made...