A cold
Afternoon walk
Perhaps an implication
Of separation..yet
A warm morning walk
Not left behind...
Words
How can they
Map a reality
Of no separation..?
Seems a miraculous
Task..with no
Explanation...
Wild bird
Calls repeat and
Repeat so that
There seems
Permanence in the
Flux of seeming things...
It's all
Equally nothing
The appearances of
Somethings may bring
Stories of inequality..
But the somethings
Are nothing
It is all
Equally nothing..
A sigh of freedom
May arise...
Here's a few..
New eyes
A story
May be startling
Where before the
Story passed over..
Yet newness is
Without interruption...
Education
The accumulation
Of stories
The filter through which
Other stories appear..
Boundless...
Various
Storylines appear
For what seems
A character..
These appear
Immediacy
And gone...
AI
May provide
An engaging story
Seeming to suggest
An awareness
An immediacy..
Yet separation seems
Intact in relaying
What others have said..
Including a story of
Nothing by no one...
Miscellaneous
No longer
Never was
A you
To awaken
So no one
Awakens...
Separation
The belief
May define
May burden..
As the burden
Unburdens
Nothing appears
As the burden...
Freedom
Is already
And expresses as
Everything appearing
As everything...
The seeker
Is seeking a story
Bringing relief
Without dissolving
The story...
It
All comes back
To nothing
A word
A seeming something
Which is and is not
It...
It
Can appear
Prescriptive or
Descriptive
But always
Empty...
Purpose
In life is
A story arising
Identifying me
With a unique
Purpose...
Home
We never depart
Though a story
Finds a trip with
Adventure and gain
Joy and pain
Distant from home..
That's the story
Of home wholly
Depicted in
These few words...
The simplicity
Of home
These words
This photo
Says it all
It's all present..
Nothing more
To add or subtract..
Though a search
Uneasy with
Everything as
Present may
Move on to find
Warmer climes...
This is it..
The simplicity
With or without
A seeming need
To dig deeper
For more stories..
A settling
Relaxing
By no one..
No cause or
Separation
This is it...
("This is it, Coyote."
~~Nancy Neithercut)
Doing
Appears with
No doer..
A non-sequitur
In the separate
Individual's purview..
Or beauty
Appearing as
A bridge too far...
The cosmic joke
Saying
We are what
We're seeking
Is a story
Which resounds
For many
But may be
Disappointing
As one more belief..
New joke...
Proselytizing
A judgement
And a choice for
Attachment..then
Seemingly a wish
For another to
Attach as I am
Attached...
A purpose
Formulated by
Self belief
Reads as a story
Of who I am..
No-purpose
Finds the story as
Unlikely freedom...
Gravity
Separation dependent
A felt attraction..
Amazing stories arise
Despite the
Impossibility of
Gravity...
Bundled
Conditioning
The stories which
Seem as real
Which may veil
Or appear as
That which is
Obvious and
Not definable...
Happy Birthday Jack Kerouac (12 March 1922) American Novelist, poet, and leader of the Beat movement. Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings
Fading
Diminishing boundaries
Disappearance of detail..
This is a story
Of a gradual fading
Of apparent separation..
Artistic attempts to
Make sense of
Uninterrupted
No separation...
Non duality
No such thing..
It may be said
Appearing things
Express it in
A best way..
Yet there are
No appearances
Or expressions..
Words apparently
Don't work
Yet...
A piece
Of a whole picture..
There is no piece
And no whole..
And that picture
There isn't one
Yet...
Call it presence
Solidly empty
Infinite time and space
No-movement moving
And none of the above..
But unmistakably present
As all of the above..
Call it presence...
A flip
Of perspectives
Lenses changed
Newness arriving
Then and there..
A frequent story
Perhaps overlooking
There's no one
To witness
A flip..but that's
Another story...
The closure
An expressed need
In a tragic story
Of eventful pain..
Yet the closure
Is closing a gap
With separation
Intact along with
The pain..
But there's more:
The story itself
Is fully nothing
Including the
Closure wished for..
The story itself
May expose its
Own illusion...
A suggested
Wholeness appears
In all words
And stories..though
All words express
Separation..
When their
Emptiness is exposed
Words may appear
As suggested...
Grace
Not defined
Immediately obvious..
But seemingly veiled
By salt and pepper...
You
Can only be found
In storyland
You and Alice...
Becoming
What is already:
Self help remedies
For the self
Who is absent...
Faces
Are spontaneous stories
Including deceptions
When maskings show up..
Spontaneous
Authentic or fake
Versions of I am...
If
Anyone is known
To have written
These words
The words arising
Seem to separate
Writer and words...
Reminders
Of time
Are plentiful..
These paintings
Of separation
May trigger an
Appreciation of
Story..which
Makes nothing of
Separation's
Reminders...
Words
May seem to
Hide their
Fickleness..
Illusory separation
Is the reminder:
Hopelessness and
Hope are of one
Piece..not two..
And all words
Share such
Fickleness...
Reality
TV and games..
World as stage..
It seems as
The rise of
STORY
To convince and
Appeal but also
Beg for an
Arising recognition of
A story as a story..
Like this one...
Ground of being
An oldie
Nullifying
The separation
Implied by
These two words..
An earthy story
Of nothing much...
Journeys
Recognized or not
Are paths leading
To nothing..
There are words
Of direction
Of caution
Of something new
All of which are
Beautifully and
Jokingly
Already nothing...
Ashes to ashes
This is the day
Of that reminder..
Two stories leap
One of a missing
Between
The other of
Beginnings and
Endings and a
Between lived
In joy and sorrow..
These two
Are not two...
Conditioning
Is the story
Of knowing..
The knower
Peers through
Bundles of
Assumptions and
Beliefs to find
A story of
Of what's
Happening..this
Is a story often
Told which
Shares the
Nothingness
Of all
Conditioning...
Theory
A word of promise
As the story..
Something new
Outside the box
Which will fix
What seems broken..
A scientific hope
For a new day
Ahead..and the
Miracle is that
This possibility
Is a story
Not separate from
Impossibility...
It's nothing..
Whatever seems
That's it
It's nothing...
It's not nothing
Nothing seems as
Something and
It's not something...
Indescribable words
Used as words
That may appear as
Other describable words...
Brevity seems best...
Veils
There are none
The veil appears
As an empty story
Not separated from
This...
Veils
Can be religions
Or self helps
Processes
Not removed from
This...
The veil is it..!
Veils
Participate in
The cosmic joke..
Nothing is
Hidden...
Sedulous
Usage examples below
All apparently assuming
It seems
Separation is total..
Three empty stories
To explain what
Is not explainable...
"I think your sedulous nature will be a good fit for medical research."
"He caught the mistake right away, thanks to his sedulous practices."
"The sedulous office manager was able to sort out the schedule mix-ups quickly."
The simultaneity
Of life and death
May appear as
A timeline of life..
Just a story which
May tag time as an
Illusionary veil of
The simultaneity...
Stories
Likable and
Unlikable are
Products of language's
Separations..
A sameness arising
May seem palpable
And freeing...
(Appearances seem to depend on language, words, stories. And the story, which is synonymous with language, provides, and is that separation. There seem to appear likable stories, and unlikable stories. An unlikable story, for some, involves an apparent continuity of a separate "I." These stories rub up against a more resonating story of discrediting the use of illusionary time, continuity, and "I." Then, there might be another story about "not-knowing" which may resonate as inclusive of both the likable and unlikable stories."
(Photo by Jane Parry!)
Points of view
There seems always
To be a better one..
Separation argues
That way..
Urgings arise
To improve one's
Point of view..
Finding that view
May provide an
Apparent high
In a story with no
Points and no one
To view...
This
Is and is not
About inclusivity
Or exclusivity..
Yet these words
Seem to pop up
To attempt to
Bring clarity to
This..alas there
Is no clarity
Or non-clarity of
This...
All appearances
Are nothing appearing..
Appearances are not
Definable because they
Are nothing...
Words
Cannot be understood
Because
Nothing cannot be
Understood...
Naming
And not naming
Result from
Attempting to
Make sense of
Everything...
