The radical cure for
Suffering is to find that
No-thing shape-shifts
As everything
And so an overall emptiness
Unexplainable and infinite
Arises as suffering for
No one...
The radical cure for suffering is to see that, like empty space, our essential nature of pure awareness does not know resistance, and thus does not know suffering.
— Rupert Spira
If words appear
There can seem
An automatic
Separation and hiding
Of the dance in which
The words are engaged..
Words dancing
Are not two
Impossible paradoxes
And a stunning
Emptiness...
Straw men..
Neti Neti
Is the call for
Denying all
Appearances and
Finding nothing
Remaining..
Labeling nothing
As true self
And basking on
The mountain top
But then
A return mergence
With the valley
Appearances which
Earlier served as
Straw men..
Nothing wrong here
This story
This search for
Nothing and everything..
Is there a suggestion
For spontaneity...?
Two perspectives
One of separation
The other wholeness..
Separation is readily
Noticed
But wholeness eludes..
Yet as
Separation appears
As wholeness
This paradox may
Wash away
All perspectives...
Pronouns
I/me/we
Are sometimes
Avoided
Talked around..
They seem to
Hint separation..
Yet
Appearance of
Pronouns
As already This
Seems to
Free up expression...
Solipsism
Is an expansive
Thought of "me"
The separate me..
Saying:
Me is all
Is everything..
Some paths
Seem to fall into this
Solipsism trap...
No Path
Can appear as
Two paths:
Transcendence and
Return..
Outward and
Inward..
Silence and
Noise..
There seems
Two paths seeking
No Path..
A never-ending
Search...
This is one story
In an unending book
Of stories..
Here of Jesus
Others of
You and me...
The thought that seeks happiness is already made out of the stuff for which it is in search.— Rupert Spira
"A must read.."
So often appearing
As a prescription..
An assumption that
Searching is common
What I have just read
A startling new thing
And will be for you..
Futility is unleashed
This story of seeming
Unending beliefs of
You and me and our
Searching..yet
" A must read"
Seen as a story
May after all be
Suddenly
Incendiary...
Names are called
For that which cannot
Be named..
Forming stories
Arising interpretations
Of that which cannot
Be named..
Amazing (or not) that
Names and their offspring
Are already
That which cannot
Be named...
This appears as
Separation
Distinctions
Questions
Positions
And as a
Shift story
Seeming to explain
How one came
To This...
The Awakening of Suzanne Segal
"I lifted my right foot to step up into the bus and collided head on with an invisible force that entered my awareness like a silently exploding stick of dynamite blowing the door of my usual consciousness open and off its hinges, splitting me in two. In the gaping space that appeared, what I had previously called "me" was forcefully pushed out of its usual location inside me into a new location that was approximately a foot behind and to the left of my head. "I" was now behind my body, looking out at the world without using the body's eyes."
"Instead of experiencing through the physical senses, I was bobbing behind the body like a buoy at sea, cut loose from sensory solidity, separated from and witnessing the body from a vast distance."
"I moved down the street like a cloud of awareness following a body that seemed simultaneously familiar and foreign. There was an incomprehensible attachment to that body, although it no longer felt like "mine"."
"In the midst of a particularly eventful week, I was driving north to meet some friends when I suddenly became aware that I was driving through myself. For years there had been no self at all, yet here on this road everything was myself, and I was driving through me to arrive where I already was. In essence, I was going nowhere because I was everywhere already. The infinite emptiness I knew myself to be was now apparent as the infinite substance of everything I saw.
Everything seemed much more fluent to me. The mountains, trees, rocks, birds, and the sky had lost their differences."
"When asked who I am,
the only answer possible is:
I am the infinite, the vastness
that is the substance of all things.
I am no one and everyone,
nothing and everything,
just as you are."
First Witch
When shall we three meet again —
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second Witch
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost, and won...
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
~~William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Typical analysis:
The Witches' Question for Us
By giving the "Macbeth" witches their plot-pushing role in the play, Shakespeare is asking an age-old question: Are our lives already mapped out for us, or do we have a hand in what happens?
At the end of the play, the audience is forced to consider the extent to which the characters have control over their own lives. The debate over free will versus God's preordained plan for humanity has been debated for centuries and continues to be debated today.
"Me"
Seen as
Illusion
Or not..
Not seems common
Illusion rarer..
No matter
Both are
Inescapably
This...
Of course
There is
No separation
Or wholeness..
These words
Used by a self
On a search
For completion
Of it-self..
Yet these words
May comprise
A story of
Invaluable
Resonance...
