Conversations on this message..

 

Conversations on this message

Are exchanges of meaning about

A message with no meaning..

In this manner religion seeds are

Planted distorting 

Full-on simplicity by 

Word fences and adherents..

Departure from conversations 

May be a healthful antidote..

Another may be an expansive

Stance of welcome to all

Conversations as already not 

Excluded..which Facebook

Would likely prefer...  😁

The brain...

 

The brain..

Might a dream of

Separation be 

Found in a brain

Which objectifies 

What is seen even on

Cosmic scales..?

Or is the brain simply

An object appearing 

Among all those objects..?

Science reports finding a

Powerful machine owning

Astonishing feats..

Yet..after all is

Said and done

There remains

Not-knowing appearing as

All of these speculations

And questions..already

Arising for no one:

This simplicity 

And  freedom of

Not knowing 

What is happening...

Hope and Home...

 

Hope is expressed

In patience and struggle..

Seems a glimmer

Here and then gone

Midst all of that..

Home is timeless

Never not present

Yet not a thing..

Home paradoxically 

Appears

As patience and struggle

And hopelessness...

Burst...

 

Suddenly..

Such words try

To eliminate  

Appearing time..

Enter the dilemma:

Words and time

Seem inextricable..

Nevertheless

Nothing is a word..

Nothing as suddenly

Possibly resonates...

An offered gift...

 

The message

Flies in the face

Of logic..

Not/two..appearing

Not appearing as 2..

Makes no sense

But a paradoxical

Resonance is

Apparently

An offered gift...

Sameness/difference resonating...

 

Sameness of

Different places

And times

Appearances all..

No-thing appearing..

A great relaxation

Resonating..

Thoughts of time wasted

Or of accomplishment

Appearing smoothly..

History's depictions

Alongside

A bird chirping..

Fruits of 

Sameness/difference

Resonating...

Copper leaves...

 

They arise as copper

With veins of memory..

The end of an apparent

Path from springtime..

Emptiness in full flower 

Appearing as leaves..

Simultaneously rendering 

The indescribable beauty

Of birth and death...

A Creed

 

Resonating with a Holy Emptiness, and the narratives of  such as Jesus, 

Who apparently shifted an assumed separation reality to a new perspective of

Emptiness (Heaven) appearing as everything, including judgments. which,

As emptiness, appear as the beauty of separation...

Apostles Creed

I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son Our Lord, ... He ascended into Heaven, and sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead.

Objects and space...

 

Objects appear

Space surrounding..

We are educated

Thusly

And assume..

To hear otherwise

May give pause

But..no..brings

Apparent

Incompletion

Conformance

And violence..

Life-long often..

And

Simultaneously

Perfect

Complete and

Empty

Already...

No time...

 

No time

Birth and death

And life's dances

Appear

Paradoxically in

No time..

A dissonance to an

Inquiring mind

Moving to this

Darkening edge..

Yet

This time may be

Propitious 

With Peace as

No time...

This communication...

 

This communication

Not sent or received

Can resonate..

Seeming to resonate 

When questions

Never seem answered..

A spontaneous ending  

Of sender and receiver

As paradoxical messages

Melt the need for

More Q & A...

Stillness..Wallace Stevens

 

Stillness

I lost myself

one dark December night,

when the white winter trees

were covered with snow

and the leafless boughs

were undefined.

I lost myself that night

yet I, unnamed, remained.

If you lose yourself

on a night like this,

when the white winter trees

are covered with snow

and the leafless boughs

are undefined,

it won't matter at all,

so never mind,

you will still be,

as you always were,

the nameless stillness,

being.

~~Wallace Stevens

Death and dying...(Jean Klein)

 

Alice Ouzounian posted (Facebook)

“The real meaning of death and dying is completely different from that usually understood by these words. When one knows the continuum that is life, all perceptions (of which our body is but one) are felt as appearing and disappearing in awareness or consciousness.

This appearing and disappearing is the real meaning of birth and death. We are born every moment a thought or sensation appears and we die every moment the concept or percept disappears.

We die every evening before going to sleep, and we are born every morning. So we need to become acquainted with this dying, this letting-go of the objective world.

We should ask ourselves in our most profound intimacy: What is there before the thought appears? What is there when the thought disappears?

What is there before the body goes to sleep and before it wakes up?

When we observe closely, we will find, not the absence we took for granted, but a presence, a presence that cannot, however, be objectified.

It is too near, it is our nearest. If we really know how to go to sleep we will know how to die.

We will be already familiar with dying, already familiar with the dissolution of the born.

To do this, one must, before going to sleep, lay aside all qualifications.

We must become as naked psychologically as we are physically.

This means that we put aside all opinions, thoughts, worries, ideas before we sleep. It is an offering of all that we are not.

In letting go there is an expansion of mind and body and in all expansion is the fore-feeling of reality, our globality. This should be done each time we sleep until we find that, before the body wakes up in the morning, we are. Presence is already there.”

— The Book of Listening by Jean Klein, volume 3, page 67.

Fulfillment...Jim Newman...

 

Paradoxical Portals..

 

paradoxical portals..

paradoxes 

make no sense

seem as roadblocks 

to the inquiring mind

yet are invitations

to linger and 

perhaps to

resonate as the

portal appears

and disappears 

simultaneously

  as the mystery of

This

Rejection of what seems dual..

 

Glimpses of the 

So called non-dual

Sometimes brings rejection of

What seems duaL.

Along with judgements of 

Those seemingly immersed

In the dual..

Hungering for the message:

No non-dual..No dual..

All are appearances arising

As This...

Photos and appearances...

 

Taking photos 

Appearing 

thoughts and

Scenes

All of of it

Immediately this..

Clicking and  clicker 

Simultaneously appear

As  "CLICK..."