Guilt and balm...

 

Guilt

Rides with separation

Peering into the past

Finding a story

Wrapped in shame..

Forgiveness seems 

Distant with a doing

Of necessity

Blocking the way..

Separation's hold

Seems what is

Happening..which

May be the flash

Which is sought...

Not knowing..

 

Not knowing

Seems to fuel desires

Beginning searches to satisfy..

But also to be

Peace as searching upends..

Beginning and ending

Simultaneously..

Not knowing...

Offering no explanation...

 

As-it-is

Not a facing

Of reality

But a concept of

Mystery and beauty

Offering no explanation...

Concepts, concepts, concepts...

 

Concepts

It's all concepts

Non-dual or dual

Neither or both..

Yet concepts can

Suggest their own

Dissolving or inclusion

As already this...

Alone..

 

Alone..

A word with

Separation tones..

Storied paths to

Find contentment

With others and not..

And pointing to

Individual fixes

For being alone..

Never alone and

Always alone

Seems a hidden

Completeness...

The story's end..

 

The story's end

A sense of

Contentment and peace

With what's happening..

Yet stories keep on

Happening...

Searching for home..

 

Searchers

Of all stripes

Are seeking home..

Their search 

No matter the path

Riches or fame or

Who I am..is aimed

At finding home..

Which is a place

That never has been

And always has been

Home...

Immediate insistence..

 

"What-is-happening.."

Seems an obstacle

To the searcher

Who is attuned to miss

What is simple and

Obvious..and

Immediately insistent... 

Resonance with Not-1 and Not-2..

 

An edge

A signal of separation

Dividing 1 and 2..

Birthing of time

And space..and

Reinforcing the

Edginess of life..

Obvious and assumed

A seeming programming

To convince and conceal..

Yet a blurring can

Appear in a word or a

Most ordinary happening

Strumming resonance with

Not 1..Not 2...

Aging...

 

Aging

An appearance

Timelessness..

Evolution

History

Diaries

Journeys

Tick Tock...

Demise of separateness..

 

A demise

Of separateness

Told in this story

Or that story

With resonant

Words appearing: 

Life as death

Nothing remains

But everything...

Afflictions..

 

Afflictions

Maybe a chill wind

Seeming unannounced..

Arising wind

Arising chill

Arising body

Arising affliction

As it is

For no one...

Thick and thin...

 

Thin places

They are called

Places of faded

Veiling of the divine

A spiritual gem..

A thin thought

Perhaps a glimpse

In the search

Through 

Thick and thin...

(Also find this on Substack:  https://substack.com/@charlesray1/note/c-50275132)

AI in a box...

 

A. I.

Is synonymous 

With knowing..

Awaiting prompts

Queries about

What's not known..

A. I. may even

Come to know

Knowing as an

Expression of

Not-knowing

Again.. knowing..

In a box

As "we"

Seem to be...

It is as it is...

 

It is as it is..

Not a challenge

To accept

The unpleasant..

It points to the

Sameness of

What arises..

A canvas of

Completion..

Which may include

A challenge...

It is as it is..

A statement of

The appearance of

Nothing..

Opposites and poles

In the story reveal

As already nothing...

Appearance..the word...

 

Appearance

The word

Has a special place

Seemingly

In non-duality

(Perhaps the rad version)..

An appearance is said

To be nothing appearing

Making no sense

Whatsoever to 

Conventional senses..

But perhaps

A leap or shift

A paradoxical resonance

Nonsensical full-on

Unexplainable peace...

Simplicity breathes...

 

Keeping it simple

May seem dogmatic

And it can be..

Fewer words

Easier to repeat

Riding the words..

Separation plants

A new religion..

Yet..always a yet..

When these few 

Words are written

By no one

Simplicity breathes...

Whispers...

 

Dwelling in stories

Seems the lot of life

Desperation to find

A way out

A better story

Marks the stories of

This character and that

Seemingly..yet

The whispers that

The story is home

Freely thunder 

For no one...

Appearances of nothing at all...

 

Filters

Are known for

Variations of

An original

Print..

Yet..with no

Original and

No variation

Filters

Are changing 

Appearances of 

Nothing at all..

Beliefs are Gold...

 

Beliefs

Seem to hide

The gold beneath..

Yet the gold is found

As beliefs 

Show up as gold...

Light and no-separation...

 

Light

Portrays the scene

Defines in detail..

It seems that

Light is a word which

Like all words are

Servants of separation..

Yet light in effulgent

Resonance may pin

An old and write

This new story...

The story pretends..

 

Simultaneity

Of life and death

A story of not two..

A story because

Words are stories

Implying separation..

The story pretends

To express that which

Cannot be expressed...

Equalness..

 

The

Equalness 

Of everything

Is the

Equalness 

Of nothing..

A short story...

Seeming...

 

Seeming..

No-separation..

Defying all experience

This assertion

Removes all the props

Of seeming separation..

Seeming seems to

Arrive...

The past

In seeming time

Arises to show

How it was back then..

In no time at all it is

Unexplainable seeming...

Unexplainable seeming...

 

The past

In seeming time

Arises to show

How it was back then..

In no-time it is all

Unexplainable seeming...

Seeming separation..

 

 

No-separation..

Defying all experience

This assertion

Removes all the props

Of seeming separation..

Seeming seems to

Arrive...

A paradoxical tingling..

 

Simultaneity

Of life and death

Is a story of

Not two..

A story only

Because words

Are stories..yet

A paradoxical

Tingling might

Arise.. 

Equalness..Jed McKenna..

 

THE PLAY OF LIFE,

reflections from Jed McKenna

The horror-and-suffering end of the experiential spectrum is just as perfect and wondrous and beautiful as the love-and-beauty end. That’s a tough cross-paradigm sell, but what are we doing here if not elevating and expanding our perspective? You must learn to see with the same eye a mound of earth and a heap of gold, a cow and a sage, a dog and the man who eats the dog. 

I’m not suggesting that you feel that stomach cancer is the same as a basket of puppies, but there is a perspective from which they’re exactly the same, and that must be what you’re here to see because that’s where all this leads. We look through the filters of preference and bias and emotional discrimination, but we can flip those filters out of the way and see with naked, unaided, uncorrupted eye. You don’t have to form preferences and take sides and judge everything you behold, you can just look, just see, just sit back and wonder at the mystery and majesty of this production; not as a player on the stage but as a spectator in the nosebleed seats from where you can’t tell good guys from bad guys because from this altitude, all the players look like ants, which is, of course, what we really are. 

Life is about creation. The creative process is fully scalable; the same process that weaves a basket into being weaves galaxies into being. The point of creation is creation; it is an end in itself, and whether you consider yourself creative or not, you are a part of creation, no more or less than any other. The powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse. A tree that does not produce a fruit may itself be the fruit; they also serve who only fill out the forest. Even if you’re not starting wars or writing symphonies or building a better mousetrap, you’re as much a part of the grand dramatic spectacle as those who swing the swords and sing the arias.

---Jed McKenna

Mistakes..!!

 

Mistakes

Imply a choice

This or that

And a character

Looking back and

Declaring a mistake

Perhaps with regret

With guilt..

Perhaps "others"

Judging what now

Is a consensus

Mistake..

A ballooning of

Stories based on

Illusory choice...

Separation's new role...

 

It's

A fire burning

What's not there

To burn..

A story of

Separation's 

New role 

Appearing on

Stage...

The illusion appearance..

 

Nothing

Is said to be

The notion 

That ends the

Illusion of

Separation..

The illusion

Being the

Appearance of

Nothing...

Finding Meaning...

Meaning

Finding it

Seems the passion

Of many..searching

For a narrative to explain

What's happening..and

Seeming to bypass

The unexplainable 

Immediacy of 

What's seems to be..

Yet searching

Goes on..glowing

With reflected

Immediacy...

The world's a stage..

 

The world's a stage

With appearances of

Separation..of two..

"Two" serves relationships

You and the other

Tragic and tranquil

The juices of life..

It's what seems happening:

Known to some

Appearing to others

Apparently...

Nothing and the story are not two...

 

Nothing and the story are not two...

The seeming subject and object of the story

Are the appearances of Nothing...

Trees...

 

The mythical 

Tree of Knowledge

Branches as

Branches of nothing

Seeming to disguise the

Tree of Life...

Curtain of complexity..

 

The dream play

May feature a

Curtain of complexity

Drawn over the

Simplicity of

~No-separation~

~Which unexpectedly~ 

May appear

As the curtain~~

Cosmologist stories...

 

Cosmologists

And those of

Similar ilk

Tell their stories

Of the meaning 

Of life..

Consciousness 

Plays roles dressed

As quantum and

Evolution..perhaps

Faintly suggesting

These are not two..

Perhaps...

Immediacy..

 

Immediacy

Appearing as

Sameness and

Difference with

No separation..

A story of 

Impossibility 

Seeming as

Timeless joy...

Expectation and process...

 

The end of the “I am experience“ is the recognition, that there never was one. Real Separation is a dream. With this recognition, the need to compromise with the seekers' expectations of becoming, naturally also ends. The assertion, that what is truly longed for would or could be found as the result of a process, is revealed to be completely misguided. Nothing leads to "what is“ already. Non-separation is never realized, found, or known. But can be recognized by no-one in the falling away of the illusory experience of real separation. ~~Jim Newman

Making sense of no-separation...

 

Conditioning 

Is seemingly

What we are..

Patterns inlaid

Are there for 

Comparisons..so that

An appearance might

Be labeled and

Understood..

Such a story may 

Arise...