This is
Nothing as everything
Not 2 as 2
Blue as red
No separation
Impossibly
This is...
Nothing
Is no thing..
Impossibly
Things are nothing...
Ideas
Are empty
Rising and floating
Impossibly
Without separation...
No stories
Without
Imaginary
Impossible
Separation...
Nothing
Expresses as
Birth and death
And all between..
So when oppositions
Seemingly
Promote separation
A reset to Nothing
May arise..
Peace of not knowing...
Stillness
Suggests motion
Which suggests
Mapping of
Space and time..
In the map
Thoughts seem
To rise to
Lay out stories
Of past and future..
These seem as
Features of
Words
Oppositions
Language...
Mars
Is often
Depicted as empty
Yet..it seems
Something appears on
Photos by rovers..
That something
Confirms the
Emptiness...
A fuller truth..
A word may arise
Or a word story
Seeming to express
A fuller truth..
Perhaps the word
Arises as a glimpse of
Emptiness..
Perspectives..
Here are two stories:
One of them imagines
Separation to gain
Distance For observing..
The other claims there
Isn't a perspective
Because there isn't
A distance or one
To observe..
Both stories are
Fully nothing...
Whatever
Seems to happen
Happens emptily..
Empty expressions of
Starts and stops..
The starts and stops
Tell the stories
Of longing and
Discovery arising
Spontaneously...
Nothing
Is everything already..
Nothing does not appear
As everything which
Might imply a
Big Bang..
The story of
"Already" snatches
The notions of
Story and sequence
Exploding the BB...
Thoughts and perceptions
Portraying everything
From oranges to quantum to
Esoteric experience..may
Seem to fog the emptiness
Which is already everything..
Yet everything is everything:
Thoughts and perceptions
And the fog are all empty...
Edges appear in
What seems happening..
Seeming as differences
Dividing nothing..
It is said to be
Deceiving when edges
Assert and seem to
Take leave from
What is happening..
Yet the deception
Is not separated
Nothing is happening...
Simplicity
Seems to be
Resisted with the
Belief that
Simple suggestions
Sound like magic..
Well..what is This
Anyway...
Simplicity
Seems to be
Resisted with
The rejection of
The wholeness of
What is happening...
Nothing
May seem as something
As this word like all words
Feel like something..
Yet something is empty
And nothing is something
After all...
Word1
Is a word which
Is said to
Defy definition..
Word2 provides an
Insufficient definition
Of Word1 as does
Word3 and others..
Yet Word1 is
Still a Word and
May feel insufficient
As all the rest..
Yet..somehow
Word1 shines
Appearing as
The others...
Life and death
Are not separated..
Nothing is separated
Yet nothing may
Appear separated..
So death appears
As does life..
No one knows this
But the obviousness
May seem palpable
With the freedom...
East of Eden..
Our fabled departure
From that wonderful
Garden and our
Ventures into
Life’s ups and downs..
It Is our dream of
Separation..of the
Solitary individual
Pursuing what seems
Worthy or not
On the stages of life..
But it is also the
Fanciful root of our
Quiet desperation to
Return to Eden..
With so many
Searches on paths
Leading nowhere..
And of course
There is this
Parting laugh:
Eden is already
Nowhere..and
Everywhere…
(Who is laughing..?)
Purpose..
Purpose abounds in
Lifetimes devoted
To doing
Doing right or wrong
Reaching for the stars
Feeding the hungry..
Each moment
Seems purposeful..
What dreams are made of
Apparently..perhaps with
Dashes of desperation...
There is
A permanence
Suggested by
Hollyhocks and bees..
Their interaction
In the evening sun
Repeats a scene
Seemingly never
Not present
Somewhere..
Seeming as peace...
What seems happening
Is already totally
Indescribable and
Is not perfect or
Imperfect...
No-separation
Appears as separation..
Perfection and imperfection
Are differences apparently
Illustrating separation..
Start with No-separation..!!
Judgements arise
As do justifications
For judgements..
These are found in
Polarity narratives
Of right and
Wrong..
Arisings happen
Nothing arises...
All doing is
Apparent..
Doing is doing
With no separation
Yet separation is
Needful for doing..
Seems magical
Nothing doing..
And already...
In our time
The passing of
Big John
Uncle John
Of a brother kindling
Recollections on
A shared canvas of
Military hymns and
Images of love for
A family's godfather..
Often unseen
Yet always present...
~~Charlie Coon
“The long gray line of us stretches, thro' the years of a century told
And the last one feels to the marrow, the grip of your far off hold.”
~~The Corps (excerpt)
Trust
The word comes up
Seemingly frequently..
Trust in a story
In a relationship
Or a teacher or guru
In the outdoors
Repeating
An assumption of
Separation..and
A separate truster..
A story appearing
In movies with
Trust in their titles...
Trust
The word comes up
Frequently..
Is a word chosen
To ineffectually
Stand for
Unconditional trust..
Accordingly
Trust may appear as
Someone struggling
Over what it means
To trust..or not..
Malleable words...
This is It..!!
The seeming
Divisions of It
Are life's stories
Morning headlines
Music and noise
Tragedies of war
Unsolved mysteries
All centered on the
One experiencing
These stories..
Nothing left out
All sparkle as It
This is It..!!
Stories are It
And not It...
The dream
Of separation..
Or not a dream
But stories arising
Depending on
Separation..
Story = separation..
But of separation
It is not..so how..?
The ? is it already...
Not even nothing..
Expresses that words
Even the word nothing
Cannot express This
Which cannot be
Expressed..it's
A Preface to every
Use of words..
Discouraging and
Encouraging..OK
This is nothing..
Perfect and futile...
There are simply
Things here or
There or anywhere
Seems so..or no...
There is simply
Nothing here or
There or anywhere
Seems so..or no..
Apparently...
Nothing appears
Something appears
All at once..
Just an appearance
With or without
The story of nothing
And something..
The searcher
Is a character
In the dream
Apparently not
Finding that
Searching is a
Story beginning
And ending
Most abruptly...
The appearing
Brain
Tells a story of
Objects and spaces..
In another story
The appearing
Heart
Tells a story of
Longing for home..
Two stories
Not separated...
No separation
Is what seems
Not happening..
Separation
Is what seems
To be happening..
That's the story's
Plot unfurling
Whispering
No separation
Is happening...
After
All the stories
Complexities and
Contexts
It comes down
To the paradoxical
Notion of
No separation with
Appearances
Seeming to deny
That notion...
Against the grain
Resistance to the
Appearances of
What is undesired..
Constructing a future
With a pleasant
Granular flow..
The plan of a
Reformer
Progressive
Self helper..
Stories of resistance
Against the grain
Already freedom...
Impressions
Appear as forms
And formulations
Which may seem
To shape that which
Cannot be shaped..
Impressions arise
Apparently..along
With the thought
Of the shaping...
Inner
And outer
Neither
And both..
Nothing
Appears
As these
Separations..
And not even
Nothing
Appears...
