Those pronouns
Me and the others
Reek of separation..
That is a thought
Rising which seems
To have discarded
The cloak of separation..
Another rising might
Note a judgmental
Tone of the discard..
A stream of risings
Not separate from
Fallings..including
This one:
Happy New Year...!
Liberation
For the separate
Individual
Is not possible..
The end of
Liberation is an
Expression of
Freedom...
No separation
Resonance may seem
A flip in perception..
What seems separate
Is not separated..
Paradox and not
It is home...
A seemingly
Stilled life
An appearance
Of life never
Stilled..
Where is death's
Sting..?
"You" and experience
Are synonymous
And empty..
Paradoxically or not
What seems happening
Arises, unknowingly...
Intensity
Full attention seems
A focus on something
Reinforcing a story of
Something as separate
Intensely separate..
Unlikely leading to
Another story of
Intense liberation...
Fragments
Suggest a fullness
Not apparent..
Or a fullness already
Apparent as what
Seems happening..
These suggestions
Are appearances
Of that which
Is not known...
(Painting by Eve Reece)
Inscrutable
Not knowing
An impossibility of
Words which try to
Touch on the
Immediacy
Of thoughts and
Emotions arising
From viewing
A single face..
An appearance of
Everyone...
Construction and
Destruction..
No separation
No between..
It's not knowing
The sequence
Which appears with
Responses of elation
And despair..
The search
Names all experience:
Discomfort searching for comfort
Poverty searching for more
Death searching for life
Unsweetened searching for sweetening
The not-yet searching for already
And all those in reverse..
Then there is that retold story
Of the cradle and the star...
Much ado about
Nothing..are the
Famous words..
However
Nothing is everything
Including much ado...
No right
Without a left
Simply not two..
Obviously
Not knowing...
A story
Could be written
Of flames burning
Assumptive separation..
Apparently the end
Of all stories...
Simply
Not two is
Synonymously
Not knowing...
Home
Is when
No separation
Suddenly
Appears as
Home...
Religions
Seem to thrive
On stories which
Don't seem empty..
With bridges designed
To reach stories
Already empty...
The search
Names all experience:
Discomfort searching for comfort
Poverty searching for more
Death searching for life
Unsweetened searching for sweetening
The not-yet searching for already
And on and on..
Then there is that star and
The cradle...
That
Which cannot be described
Seems often to be labeled
Nothing..
Everything..
Already this..
Unknowable..or
That
Which cannot be described..
All labels burning as
They are applied...🔥
Pointers..
All words appear
As pointers..
Pointing to that
Which is already
The pointing...
Colors
Are infinitely varied
Rising and falling
Never appearing again..
They're seemingly
What's happening...
Travel
Often undertaken to
Find the new..
While the new always
Is what seems happening...
It's words
Which may seem
To build the edges..
Nothing with
Impossible edges..
Perspectives
With no separation
Are the magic
Of the impossible...
Stories not seeming
As empty may arrive
Apparently with
A dose of desperation...
The weather
Shields and un-shields
The sun
Apparently..
Considering the concept:
The sun appears as the weather?
Seems a good story..perhaps
As good as the same story
Using other words...
Polarization
Word of the year
Separation up front..
Separation appears
In love and war..in
News headlines and
These words..
Seemingly what is
Until appearance
Reveals what isn't...
Resonate
The word
May be used to try
To de-conceptualize
A message presented..
Yet no word
Can do that..
Each word is a
One word story
In which the
Storied split
Shows up again...
Nothing
Is conventionally
Dismissed..the
Missing solidity
Is ignored in favor
Of the solidity
Of all experience..
Yet the dismissed
Is the sought of all
Seeking..an eternal
Story of nothing...
Words
Seem to arise
Declaring independence
Naming everything
Which cannot be named..
An amazing story
Storyteller unknown...
Reading past writings
With lack of recognition..
Just the rising
Of those words..
Many seem strange indeed
Words rising and gone
Life and death in the
Strokes of the keys...
A story
Of edges blurring
Distinctions dwindling
Nothing on the horizon..
A journey with a view
Fading fast..
Putting the book
Back on the shelf...
This
Is nothing..
It may
Seem to be
Something
But that
Something
Has always
Been nothing..
The key to
The castle...
Death and life
Are not separated..
Although there are
Appearances which
Seem to demur
In storyland
In which this
Story appears...
Paradox
May seem a gift
Of a story containing
Paradox..its
Impossibility may be
Discarded or
Suddenly embraced..
No explanation but
Perhaps resonance and
Gratitude...
Paradox
Is a story
Of dissonance
Perhaps ending
An illusion of
Separation...
"The paradox is that the seeker seeking freedom is itself the root of bondage. "
~Emily Snow
Words
May seem to
Cut and slice
Or even break
What is already
Complete..
Until those
Words themselves
Appear as
Already complete...
