Resonance
With a story..seems
The non-lesson
Of not-two-ness..
Yet..
Resonance or not
There is no story...
Resonance
With a story..seems
The non-lesson
Of not-two-ness..
Yet..
Resonance or not
There is no story...
There is nothing
Here for you..
A speaker's refrain
May seem lacking in
Compassion..but
The end of seeking is
Compassion revealed...
Or
The gift of nothing
Is the ordinary
Extraordinary...
A new group is meeting at the First Congregational Church!
The "Group for Understanding" has a lengthy presence in
Colorado Springs, formed over 20 years ago to discuss what
is common and different among religions. The purpose has
changed somewhat, to focus on aspects of religion, spirituality,
and non-duality. There is much spontaneity in the meetings,
and are not academic in nature. Meetings are scheduled on
the third Wednesday of each month, 9:00-10:30 AM, in the
small chapel. Charlie Coon is the facilitator, who also
facilitates the Friends of Emerson group at FCC.
(Questions? charlesrcoon@gmail.com, or 719-510-6015.)
Maps and territory..
Maps do not and cannot
Describe the vast
Territory..yet
The territory seems a vital
Story that must be and
Cannot be told..yet
Not-knowing this story
Seems as freedom
Which is story enough...
The waves that come
Are the stories which
Seem to arrive on shore..
Unpredictable
Oceanic expressions
Arriving for no one..
Peace without understanding...
Perplexing
Are the convolutions
Of separation..
Searches for an outlet
Yields more perplexities..
Perplexing answers to
Perplexing questions..
Not knowing is sought
As knowing perplexes..
These perplexing stories...
Political opportunism..
A sense of freedom to act
By an individual with
Perceived power..
An actor..Shakespearean
Or on the playground..
Until a story
Reveals what is already
Peace...
(prompted by news of Russian turmoil..)
Freedom may resonate in
A story of a story as a story..
Why the resonance?
Resonance for no one.. a seeming easing of
Tension of belief in separate happenings
As taught in schools..religions..seemingly everywhere..
A story as a story..celebrates imaginary separation:
A story of a story as a story...
What is a story?
Perhaps a combo
Of in-here and out-there
With flitting time and space
Serving to measure..
Beyond this it seems
There is nothing to say..
Yet..this dead end
Can seem as peace
Of nothing-to-say...
A simple story:
If there were no
Stories..there would be
No I or we
You or they..
Stories seem as the
Lifeblood of living..
Escape may be
Deadly...
Birth
Seems to mark
That which is
Not markable..
Death
Seems to unmark
That which is
Not markable..
Remarkable...
Using words to
Communicate the
Indescribable seems
The occupation
Of those who
Dare to engage
In such folly...
Word usages
Are all stories..
Just one or a
Megabyte..
Any utterance might
Suggest freedom when
Seen as story..
(A case for brevity?)
The undefinable word
Seems as the word
Which stands for
That which is
Beyond understanding..
So..no word will do..and
Any word will do...
Suddenly..
The illusion ends..
This is the story
Of what is called
A flip..
Seen as a story
There really is no
Illusion or flip
Or story...
Seemingly..
The word which
Interrupts an
Assumption of
Fundamental separation..
Suggesting the illusory
Nature of the appearance
Of things...
Life and death
Are not two..
The story of these
Finds a timeline..
Start and stop..
The separation
Necessary for
A story of life...
"This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know : that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness."
There is
Not even nothing
And not even a thing..
Yet this total denial
Is the wholeness
Appearing as a full
Playlist of movies...
Artificial Intelligence
Is said to be both
Helpful and dangerous..
Imagination is exponentially
Expansive..
Stories without limit
At the click of a mouse..
All for a character with
An eagerness to search..
Yet..all remains founded
On a separation belief..
And a pop-up question:
What is new..??
A noun
Such as nothing
Seems as permanent..
A verb seems moving
And temporary and
A denizen of spacetime..
The story continues:
A noun is verbing
Seemingly storying
Hinting at wholeness..
Which completes yet
Another story telling
What cannot be told...
The undefinable word
Is a word
Which seemingly
Stands for that which is
Beyond definition..
So that
The undefinable is
Expressed by what seems
Definable..
This is a repeating story
Of speakers attempting
To use words to
Conceptualize that which
Is beyond conception..
An impossible task..
However...
Humans are self-divided creatures whose lives are mostly spent in displacement activity. The sorrows they have in common with their animal kin are multiplied by thought constantly doubling back on itself. It is this reflexive self-consciousness that engenders the special wretchedness of the human animal.
— John Gray
Cats are often described as being amoral.
They obey no commandments and have no ideals. They show no signs of experiencing guilt or remorse, any more than they do of struggling to be better than they are. They do not exert themselves to improve the world, or agonize over what is the right thing to do. If they could understand it, the notion that how they live should be decided by any external standard would be laughable to them. ...
AI
Seems something new..
Words gushing
From prompts
Any will do..
Quickly..
Memory banks
Accessed and
Intantaneity suggested..
A story perhaps
Of what already is...
There is
No between..
Beween is edgy
And edges are
The stories of
Seeming others
In dreamt space
With no dreamer..
Simply Wow...
Awareness is
Story-bound..
Stories unfold:
A seeming individual
Aware of a dreamscape
And maybe aware
Of being dreamt..
Regardless
Story-bound...
Story-bound
Can seem as
Freedom from
Understanding...
Teachings
Pose steps and goals
Transitions..
With the teacher
Standing as teacher
Away from the
Teachings..
Though the teacher
Disclaims a role
As a teacher
Words..any words
Seem to dispute..!!
Paradise
Stories
May include
Imaginative tales of
Ascending and descending
And angelic perfection
They're quite familiar..
Yet~
A seeing may arise
Of simply not-two
Rendering story as
Moot and as
Paradise...