Indescribable..
Descriptions
Of words
Are more words
And all words
Are already
Indescribable...
Miracles
Are appearances
That flummox..
No figuring out..
Miraculous
Stories
Attacked by
The rational
Consensus..yet
Are whispers of
Not-two..
Word
Selection is
Apparently the
Map of the
World for the
Individual..
Separation's
Terms from
Struggles of
Daily survival..
Or more settled
Words of science
Religion or
Contemplation..
Searching for
The better word..
All are stories
Maps of separation
Things of beauty
And of horror..
May we speak of
Escape..??
It's
All about the
Self..and
There isn't one..
This is the
Tripwire which
It is said
Religious and
Spiritual
Practitioners try
Not to trip...
The All in All
Is nothing at all..
A story of
Separation:
Something in
Something..as
The mind hides
Nothing with
Beautiful
Convincing
Resonating
Descriptions...
FDA Rules
Soy and Nut Milks
Can Still Be Called 'Milk'..
Another milk story
Pouring from
The original
Milk word..
No ending to stories
Spun from each
And every Word
Apparently
Unending emptiness...
Doing nothing
May seem a myth..
A myth which
Assumes a split
In these two words..
However
When paradox
Reveals
Nothing is doing
Wholeness may be
Revealed and
The myth..not
To be found...
Non-dual Conversations
Peter Baker · ·
The illusion of there being an external world arises because we seem to be able to control our own actions whilst not being able to control the ‘hard reality’ out there. We have only partial control. Most people fall for this one. It has even been called the ‘original fall’ - the fall into separation.
New age, ‘law of attraction’ type teachings say that the distinction between self and other is false and that we can learn to bend the universe so that it aligns with our desires. We can control it all. King Midas fell for this one – then wished he hadn’t.
Non-duality teachings also say that the distinction between the inner and outer worlds is illusory but that there is no self in control of any of it. Yet nothing is ever out of place. No one falls for this one because there is no one left to fall. But fall it does – and what a sweet fall it is - a falling in love!
AI
AI stories
Are unending
Algorithms untiring
Reaching into their
Immense conditioning
To concoct what
Attracts and repulses..
Hmmmm..
Sounds familiar...
"The shift"
Is sometimes
Told as an
Explosive epiphany..
A paradoxical
Implosion..an
Apocalyptic bomb..
Yet the epiphany
Has also been told
In simpler words..
Perhaps occurring
Paradoxically and
Commonly as
Just This...
A few words on "the Shift" from Jed McKenna:
'After the blast, I found myself stumbling dazed and shell-shocked though a post-apocalyptic landscape undreamed of by science fiction writers. Civilizations were reduced to windless deserts. Cities I now saw as blackened craters and people as shadows of smoke. What had been Earth, Home, Humanity, Family, Life, could now be most aptly called Nothing Forever.
That primary epiphany detonated in my mind like a smart bomb and left me all alone on a desert planet that had only that morning been teeming with people and problems and emotions and history and drama and a million other things that were instantly reduced to fine ash by the spiritual apocalypse that incinerated my world in a brilliant flash of light."
Jed McKenna, from Spiritual Warfare. (via Miranda Warren)
Words
Appear to
Separate the
Seamlessness
Of what is..
Dictionaries
Standing
Ready to name
That which has
No name..
Not 2 appearing
As 2..
Seemingly the
Fundamental
Story before all
Other stories
Are told...
Laughter
Is a natural
Response
To any story
When that story
Rises as a story
For no one..
The illusion
Of separation
Rips with
Peals of
Laughter...
😂😂😂
It's a story
That it's more
Than a story..
That's when
Separation seems
"Really"
To underlie the
Telling words..
The storyteller
Identifies with
The story..and
Conditioning
Abruptly asserts...
Words
Are all equal..
Dismissing the
Call to elevate some
Demote others..
Yet in dreamland
Separation enthralls
And frightens
As words are
Unleashed to
Trick and treat...
Words ..
Words are free
Already..
Whether prayers
Or elations
Or weapons..
Words seem
As creators of
New words of
Clarification..
They are
Sticky to the
Touch...
In the beginning
Was the word..
Beginning the dream
Of separation..
And the birth of
Other words
Attempting to
Explain that first
Inexplainable word...
Words
Apply a coat
Of conditioning..
A separation
Orientation..
And identity..
Words
All of them..are
Automatically 2
Seemingly
Splitting not-2..
Words are coats
Worn as beauty
And burden
Apparently...
Did you Know?
“Antinomy” is a word for logical paradox or inconsistency closely associated with 18th-century German philosopher Immanuel Kant. In his book “Critique of Pure Reason,” Kant introduced a number of logical paradoxes now known as “Kant’s antinomies” to show how two equally reasonable ideas could ultimately contradict one another. For example, Kant made a carefully reasoned argument that the universe and time had a beginning and strict borders, and then made an equally logical argument concluding the universe and time were both without beginning or end. The goal of Kant’s antinomies was to show how reason alone was not enough to resolve metaphysical problems, because even the best-reasoned arguments could ultimately arrive at opposite conclusions.
Pages
Stacks of them
Bound sometimes
And numbered
Suggesting page
Turning..
Perhaps a wish
For no ending..
Stories seem
All about waiting
For fulfillment..as
Fulfillment already
Writes a new story...
Seperation
Speaks loudly
To most..
The fact before
All facts..
Tripping on a
Paradox
May unspeak
Those facts..
Or not...
Our "true nature"
Sometimes
Named as nothing
(Awareness or
Consciousness
Or perhaps
Potato😁
Are equivalent..)
The hidden line
In the story is
Nothing IS all:
Appearing as
All imagined
Names..including
Nothing..and as
This stream of
Inadequate words...
Sequences
Are mind constructs..
Connections..
Stories of
Evolution
Emergences
Growth..
Empty words
Flowering
All at once...
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
~~Edgar Allan Poe
How much
Free will..
Religion says much
Spirituality says some
Non-duality says none...
Yet all are among
Life's many stories
Of free will...
Light appearing
As Shadow..
Shadow as light
Paradoxically
For the seeker..
Paradox ends as
Perspective "shifts"
NOTHING
Appears
Infinitely
Shaded...
Paradox poses as
Impossibility
Often resulting in
Retreat to more
Logical climes..
This introduction
Of nothing
Of not knowing
Of love..
Suggesting:
Dissolution
Of separation
In horror
In peace...
The old days
Loom up nostalgic
Or fearfully..
Arisings
With stories
Claiming times past
With its light
And clouds of
Dust..
Powerful memories
Reaching back
Seemingly with
Longing and love..
No knowing of
This mystery...
Nature
Not definable
Appears as
Definable
Forces and forms..
Naming
Separating
Understanding..
Non dual
Narration for the
Nature buff...
Neutrality
Is that swath
Within which
Boundaries
Appear lost..
But the swath
Seems to retain
Its boundaries..
Neutrality
A name for
A pseudo peace...
Movies
Project
Separation's glory
And missteps..
And
Seem the reality
With nothing
Projecting..
Characters galore
Not knowing
Their stardom...
There
Is nothing right
Or wrong about
What was said..
A common
Addendum
By a speaker..
Which assigns
What is said
To an infinite
Bin of equally
Empty stories..
Suggesting
Equality...
To stall
On a concept
Is to be
Trapped..
The flow of
What is happening
Seems interrupted
As the concept
Pedestals itself..
Fundamentally
Assigning a filter
For a starring role
In what is
Already
Happening...