Freedom not understood..

 

All we have are stories

Amazing stories.. Why?

Despite no-separation

Stories reply with a

Playlist of separation..but

Stories may have a secret

A paradoxical pointing

To no-separation..

Which may seem as

Freedom not understood...

Abandon ship..??

 

Nothing

Appears as 

Everything..

Some might say

Separation is

In that concept..

How about:

Everything

Is already

Unknowing..?

Still seems to

Be that 

Separation..

Abandon ship..?

Sonnet 18..a non-dual Sonnet..

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed.~~

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.

 So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

~~Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

A story of being alone..

 

Alone..

Freedom appears as

Stories of being

And not being

Alone...

Already..

 

Already

Is the story

Of no-time..

Of not-yet

For the seeker

Longing for

Already...

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

Happy Thanksgiving to All..!!  

Reminders of stories...

 

Reminders

Photos and words

Of stories of

Long ago may seem as

Beginnings and endings

In the dream of living...

Not bound or unbound..

 

Life's restrictions

May seem as a

Binding of freedom..

But  to consider:

Unbounded freedom

Appearing as 

Bound and unbound...

There is no more..

 

What appears

Makes no sense

Because what appears

Is everything already

Including the question:

What could be more..?

Death as life..

 

Disrepair and disorder

In an image or story

Make it appear as  an

Outcome of  before..

With no before these are

Arisings displaying

Death as life

Life as death...

A hint of the beauty of everything..

 

The search may

Appear as beautiful

With the trappings of

Artful decoration

Cathedrals and settings..

Perhaps a special beauty

Or a hint of the

Beauty of everything...

Something missing..

 

Something missing

Seems to be our lot

Living as we do in

Seeming separation..

Shocking and not

To find no finder

To find something

Is or is not missing...

Pathways remind us we are not yet there..

 

Pathways

Are the guides

Appearing in life

Which remind us

We are not yet there..

Or that the pathway

And the there are

Already here...

Peeling paint..

 

Peeling paint

Provides a glimpse

Of what's underneath..

That's a story

Of finding something

That is and is not it

Just like the

Peeling paint...

Not yet and Already..

Not yet and

Already..

Searching and hoping

For what is

Already...

Searching and hoping

To find what is missing

Which is and is not...

Searching and finding

And not finding

What cannot be

Found...

Not yet

Is the search

For something missing

The missing that

Cannot be found...

Already

Ends the not yet

In a story..which

Ends the story...

Fractals and the non duality message..

 

Fractals

And the non duality message..

Nothing is everything

Is the general story

In which nothing and

Everything are the same.. 

Sameness iterates as

Similar differences

Which might

Appear in literature

And science or in 

Those cloud patterns..

Iterated stories appearing as

Fractals..chips off the

Storied formula..and

Not even that...

And not even that..

 

And not even that..

Is a rising thought

That the words just spoken

Are nothing after all...

A single word..

 

A single word

May seem to

Defy and exclaim

The emptiness

Of appearances...

Spinning off stories...

 

An Image

From the past

May suggest stories

Of what might have been..

Empty appearances

Arising as did 

The image...

Narratives and pointing..

 

Narratives

Point to that

Which cannot be

Described and

To that which 

Cannot be the 

Object of

Pointing...

A tree

Is nothing..

How might

That be known..?

It cannot

And it cannot

Be known that

It cannot be

Known..and...

Seeking for the end of seeking..

 

Seeking

The end of

Seeking..

A story of

Seeking 

Which is

Endlessly

Ending

Already...

The appearance of words is empty..

 

Pointing to nothing

Is a story which may be 

Intended as erasure..

But nothing stands

As a word..suggesting

The futility of a word 

To be more than a word..

Yet it might be said

The appearance

Of a word is empty..

Hence.the dilemma

And not...

Antonyms..

 

Decay

Recalls the antonym

Flourish 

And these words

Not separated

Mark the futility

Of describing what is

Happening... 

Unknowing..

 

Unknowing

Can't be known

Or not known..

However

Unknowing may 

Appear as a story

Of one seeming

To know that

Unknowing

Can't be known

Or can be known...

Collapse..!!

 

Collapsing arises

Simultaneously with 

Building which are

Words futilely

Attempting to name

This...

Nothing all the way down...

 

Nothing

Appears as a story

A story all the way down

Nothing all the way down...

In separation

Life seems as something..

Yet there is nothing

Whispering as something

Missing...

No separation

So what can be said..?

Nothing

Everything..

Stunning...

Conversation..

 

Conversation..

There is 

No other to listen

No other to speak..

As the story rolls

No other appears

As conversation..

Not figureoutable...

Self help...

 

Self help

Appeals to the one

Seeking new paths

To end the

Seeking which is

Already ended in

This appearance

Of self help...

Humility..

 

Humility..

Humble work

For humble pay

And seeming joy

In the work..

Nothing appearing

As joyful nothing..

Pearl of great price...

Amazing,,!

 

Amazing..!

An exclamation

In a story of one

Finding there is

Nothing

Extraordinary

And no one

To make the

Finding...

Amazing..!

An exclamation

In the play

Of the one

Who is not there

To make the

Exclamation...

Opposites..!!

 

Opposites

Often defined

As cousins of

Dark and light..

However

Separation's appearances

Seem to cast opposites

As differences

Of all variety and stripe..

So that opposites are

Synonymous with

Separation...

The story that never happened..

 

The simple paradox

Of no separation:

The question

Of what this is

Dissolving in a

Separation story

That never happened...

a paradoxical story..

Thoughts

Appear unexpectedly

Spontaneously..

Not for someone

Not for no one..

No explanation

Paradoxical story

Freedom from

Understanding

Or not...

A satisfying story..

 

Identifying

With a story

Is the attraction

Offered by

Separation..

Searching and

Attaching to a

Satisfying story

Is the path of

Knowing in search

Of not-knowing...

More about nothing..

 

Nothing 

Appearing..

That's

Everything...

Nothing

As stories..

That tells

It all...

Everything 

Is everywhere..

Not explainable

Nothing more...

Death

As nothing

Appears as

Life...

Nothing 

Is the territory

So are the

Maps...

No

Appears as

Yes...

When

Nothing appears

It won't be known...

Nothing appears

As no-thing...

All about nothing...

Non-duality

Is about nothing

About which

Nothing can be said..

Nothing

Cannot be described

Every description

Is already nothing...

Nothing

As a word

May seem to

Be something

As would be

A substitute word..

What is nothing?

Well..nothing at all

And not even that

And not even

And not

And

Nothing is the end

Ending of searching

And of course

Nothing cannot be

Found...

A polarity

Nothing and everything

Without separation

Nothing dancing...

Nothing is happening

Really..?

Happening is nothing

Happening...

What's between

Seeming polarities

Is nothing..

If nothing moves..yes

Seeming polarities...

Life seems about

Coming to terms

With nothing

With no terms available...

Much ado about nothing!

I am the doer..

 

I am the doer

What I do

Is what I am..

A statement of

Separation..

An identity

With the wave

Separate from

The ocean..

A beautiful story

Which may not

End..though a

Nagging story

Of desire may

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