The plan..

 

The plan

For the future

Paints the future

In an imagined

Imagination...

Plans

Are stories 

Which arise

Mapping a

Future...

Plans

Are beautiful

Sketches of what

Cannot be sketched...

Planning

Is dreaming forward

Flavored by

Dreams remembered...

Happiness...

 

The 

Dream person

Caught in the dream

Observes the chains

Thought provides

Finding them fragile

And fading..to

Nothing..and

Runs to the street

Proclaiming loudly

I have awakened

And so can you...

~Robert Adams~

If you only realized who you were you would be the happiest person that ever lived, and I mean happy, totally happy, unchanging happiness.

Is there such a thing? Yes there is. Unchanging peace. Unchanging love.

But you have chosen to identify with the maya, with the unreality, and so you think you suffer. You believe your life is not what it should be….

The wise person, therefore, does really not look to change anything. They become quiet. They have patience. They work on themselves. They watch their thoughts, watch their actions and observe themselves getting angry, observe themselves getting depressed, observe themselves getting jealous and envious and the rest of it.

Little by little they realize, "That's not me. That's hypnosis, that's a lie."

They do not react to their condition. To the extent that they do not react to their condition, to that extent do they become free.

When the mind rests in the heart, that means when the mind does not go out any longer and identify with the world, when the mind rests in the heart there is peace, there is harmony, there is pure being.

doodling...

 

Nothing is

Nothing 

But

Is that nothing?

Search might

End...

The utter

Simplicity of

Nothing..

That's it..

Unknowing...

There is a

Not in everything

Not makes

Appearances

All is whatnot...

Lost..!!

 

"It is surprising and memorable and, I may add, valuable experience, to be lost in the woods, especially at night. Sometimes in a snowstorm, even by day, one will come out upon a well-known road and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village. Though your reason tells you have travelled it one hundred times, yet no object looks familiar, but is as strange to you as if you were in Tantary. By night, of course, the perplexity is infinitely greater. We are constantly steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, though we are not conscious of it, and if we go beyond our usual course we still preserve the bearing of some neighboring cape and not till we are completely lost or turned around, -- for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost -- do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature. Every man must once more learn the points of the compass as often as he wakes, whether from sleep or from an abstraction. In fact, not till we are lost do we begin to realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations."

-From Thoreau's Journal; March 29, 1853.

A conditioning story..

 

Who were you

Before the world

Told you who

You are..

An arising

 Conditioning story...

Teachers...

 

Teachers

Must use a tool

Seeming

Of separation..

Even when their

Teaching is of

No-separation..

Stillness appears

As the teacher and

The teaching...

~~Peter Baker

"All teachers, even the ones who claim to be totally radical and say ‘there is no self’, ‘there's nobody here’, or ‘there's nothing to do’ would not be speaking if they really thought that. If there's nobody here, then who are they speaking to? The fact that they are doing it betrays the fact that they do think that there is somebody there to listen, and they do think that there is something for that person to do. The only radical teaching is silence." ~ Rupert Spira

All seeking is for nothing...

 

All seeking

Is for nothing..

Although the

Seeker doesn't

Say so..

The seeker

Seeks to find

With nothing 

To be found...

Searching with Google..

 

Searching

With Google

Is a perpetual

Desire for

Knowing something

Not presently known..

Search engines

Providing millions of

Opportunities for

Masking of the

Freedom of

Not knowing..

Or not...

Any words at all..

 

Any words at all

Can appear in a story

Which are perfect

As they appear..

That's the freedom

For words to drop

As words arise...

Not yet..

 

"Not yet.."

Assumes the future

Which is a concept of

Time's separation..

There is no story

Without separation..

Another story:

No-story appears as

"Not yet..."  😎🔥

Non-duality police..

 

Non-duality police..

The dreaded feeling

Of a character

Ready to pounce

And discount our

Considered words..

Ready with microscope

To find a scintilla of

Separation in a patch

Of words..well

The job is easy for

All words shout out

Separation...

Liberation and someone..

 

Liberation

Is a storied 

Event for

Someone..

But there is no

Someone

To experience

Such an event..

The story of

The absence of

Someone

May be the story

That kindles a fire...🔥

What we long for..

 

We

Are nothing already..

That may seem

Undesirable and 

Definitely not what

Is sought on paths

Of self improvement..

Yet even on these paths

That is what is

Longed for...

Judgements in storyland..

 

In no-separation

Judgements are not

Although judgements 

May arise which

Are cast in storyland

Seemingly transparently 

Beautiful...

Longing and seeking...

 

Longing

A seeming hidden

Desire for erasure..

For death of the

Something we 

Seem to be..

Yet..relatively the

Seeker desires an

Intermediate satisfaction

Short of the death that

Longing entails..

An illusionary tale of

Longing...

Those intermediate goals..

 

Characters 

In life are seekers

Seeking for the end

Of me..but those

Intermediate goals

Save the day...

Minimalism...

 

Minimalism

The filtering of thoughts

To a scarcity of words

Seeming as a path

To nothing at all..

And resistance building

With nothing in sight... 

Permanence..the stillness of peace..

 

Movement

Seems to veil

That which does

Not move

The permanent..

Overlooking the

Peace of stillness..

As the permanent

Appears as 

Movement

There may seem an

Unveiling of

That stillness...

We need a story...

 

We

Need a story

And words arise

Satisfying and

Not satisfying..

We seem most

Persistent...

Me..The last thought standing..

 

Me

The first and

Last thought

Standing in

The story of

Me...

This is this..

 

"This" 

Is an expression

Of no separation..

No other 

Simultaneously 

Expresses this..

As do..no time

And space..no

Cause and effect

No me or you..

Which makes this

Unexplainable..

Yet this and this

Are this...

"This" a heavy traffic word..

 

"This"

A heavily trafficed

Word..seeming a

Favorite pointing to

Everything to which

No word can point..

Speakers know this

About this..saying

There doesn't seem

A better word than

This..so repetition

Carries the day..

Even though all

Words point to

Everything...

Source..

 

Source

The word suggests

Two..

In not-2 circles

The word poses 

An obvious dilemma..

And a skirmish 

May break out

In spiritual circles..

Those are stories

About a word

That stirs pots...

The polarities secret..

 

Polarities

Are appearances of 2..

Perspective and words

Opposites and  boundaries

Always accomplices..

Yet that secret: Polarities

Are not 2...

Addiction to words..

 

An 

Addiction to words

Seems to occur

With the mere use

Of a word..

The repeated

Expectation that

A word 

Describes that which 

Cannot be described..

Addiction seems

Rampant...😃

That's a different story..

 

That's a different story..

Always different

Stories and differences 

Are not two

Which points to  

The sameness

Of all stories...

Absence of the middleman.. (Lisa Cairns)

 

There are many spiritual teachings that emphasize changing and improving the life circumstance by emptying yourself of conditioning, or not resisting life and “doing” something about changing that life. That is not what I am saying.

I am pointing to the absence of that self. It isn't about continuous pleasure or a continued state. It's about the absence of that lie. When that lie goes, it is just life as it is, and it is no longer a struggle anymore for a somebody. There may be difficult events that arise or pleasurable events, but there is no longer anybody inside the body anymore. There is just life happening, and the character appearing when the character needs to appear. But it is no longer living “through” that character anymore.

If you knew what I was talking about, you wouldn't want this. What you want, even though you can't possibly know it, is a more pleasurable life. You wouldn't want the end of you.

It's not at all like how you imagine. It's full-on living and there is no escape. The “me” is always escaping and dreaming, and making up better stories, and retelling the story to make it sound better. This is the absence of that person, the absence of the middleman.

It’s full-on touching the computer and full-on touching the radiator. It's full-on coldness or hotness or happiness or sadness. It's full-on experiencing without a barrier anymore. The difference is that there isn't anybody that cares about it anymore in order to be happy. There isn't anyone who needs a certain experience.

It's absolute freedom, but not in any way that you can imagine.

---Lisa Cairns, from her book, "For the Love of Everything"

If I wanted a boat.. (Mary Oliver)

 

IF I WANTED A BOAT

 

I would want a boat, if I wanted a

boat, that bounded hard on the waves,

that didn't know starboard from port

and wouldn't learn, that welcomed

dolphins and headed straight for the

whales, that, when rocks were close,

would slide in for a touch or two,

that wouldn't keep land in sight and

went fast, that leaped into the spray.

What kind of life is it always to plan

and do, to promise and finish, to wish

for the near and the safe? Yes, by the

heavens, if I wanted a boat I would want

a boat I couldn't steer.

    

                    ~  Oliver, Mary 

Ego..

Ego

A player

In the world

Of separation and

Most often

Frowned upon..

Yet in ego's

"Appearance"

As what-is

There is the 

Emptiness of

No separation..and

 The ego plays 

The elixir of life...

Evil..Nothing personal..

 

Evil

Is a label for

An appearance

Which is Nothing

Personified as 

A very bad actor..

Nothing personal...

The clock ticks..

 

The clock ticks

Separation unfolds with

Volcanos erupting

Quantum calculations

With dancing bears

And clocks ticking...

Mapping...

 

All words 

Assume to map

The unknown territory..

Careful observers of

Illusive appearances..

It's what dreams are

Made on..to borrow

Some words...

As-it-is..

 

The story..

It's already 

As-it-is..

That's the story 

Of any story...

Searching for what cannot be found..

 

Separation 

Appears convincing

But unsettling truth..

Seems to

Set up a search

Mapped by

Paths and programs

To find

No-separation

Which cannot be

Found...

Resonance..

 

Resonance

Might seem as

A pull toward an

Edge..perhaps 

With a warning 

From the edge...

Resonance

With no-separation

May occur in

The midst of 

Countless 

Stories and

Concepts...

Resonance

An immediate realization

Of no-separation

By no-one...

Stories

And concepts

May suggest

No-separation

But cannot 

Explain...