Sailor Bob..

 

Right now

Is what is happening

Reading these words

As teapot whistles

Prompts and disturbances

Arisings pleasant and not

What is right or wrong?

Nothing

And everything...

(Condolences and Joy for Sailor Bob

and his family...)

Worry as darkling..

 

Worry

That worry

And this

Arise as darkling

Vaguely menacing..

Not dark

Not light

Voiding the choice

Unsettling..

Life as it seems

And whole...

Appearing as dance..

 

There

Seems to be two

Two all around

But all those twos

Flow fiercely

Dancing as

Not two...

There

Is only the dance

Which is home

Already home

For those distant

And homesick...

Weary

Are the seekers

Peering over there 

Who

Sit out the dance...

No matter

What seems

Clutter and all

Even these

Dance like fools...

When

Separation and

Desperation

Unwind

The dance may

Have already

Emptied the floor...

We are alone..

 

We are alone

As we must be

Without separation..

Frightening in stories

With obvious others..

Yet this story of

Wholeness

Finds home for

Each of us...

Simultaneity..

 

Ideas

Arise and depart

Simultaneously but

Seemingly in sequence..

We might say

That what is named God

Or other such names

Point to that 

Simultaneity posing

As sequence...

Dependence..

 

Dependence

Is a story of connection

Connections of separate

Things..which appear but

Are not...

The Owl Who Comes. (Mary Oliver)

 

The Owl Who Comes

by Mary Oliver

The owl who comes through the dark to sit in the black boughs of the apple tree

and stare down the hook of his beak, dead silent, and his eyes,

like two moons in the distance, soft and shining under their heavy lashes --

like the most beautiful life -- is thinking of nothing as he watches

and waits to see what might appear, briskly, out of the seamless,

deep winter -- out of the teeming world below -- and if I wish the owl luck,

and I do, what am I wishing for that other soft life, climbing through the snow?

What we must do, I suppose is to hope the world keeps its balance:

what we are to do, however, with our hearts waiting and watching -- truly I do not know.

February winter..

 

Lenten dust

A reminder  that

The dream vanishes

With the dreamer..

Ground to dust

Is the illusionary

Story concluding

Nothing at all 

Appeared as the 

Dream...

Lenten dust

Words which

Point to nothing

In a nonsensical

Story of the home

For all travelers

In life's dream who

Never left home...

Shifts 

In perspective:

Experiences of 

A retelling

A story of an

Awakening with

A lingering attachment

To time...

Shifts

Are stories

Of perspective

A throwback to time

And journeys seeming

To end in the discovery

Of nothing...

Scolding the choice..

 

A choice

Without choice

No question arose

For this birthing

In blackness and

Sharp voices 

Scolding the choice..

Regrets

For the choice arose

Imagined alternatives

Without sharpness

Without edges of an

Imagined identity..

Masks worn with

Pride and misgiving

Pain and elation

Comfort and shame

Colored to perfection

The separation game..

Yet in winding down

Appearances of memories

Flash and fade

No answers are found

To questions in time

Only these words

And not only these

Burning this page...

February placements..

 

Energy

A favored term

For a closer approach

To that which cannot

Be approached..

A story which

May illustrate that

All words are 

Dressed to disguise...

Do

What you must

As long as

You know what

You are doing..

Which can and

Cannot be known..

A Cautionary tale...

Beliefs...

Beliefs

Are said to be

Synonymous with 

Dissatisfaction

With suffering..and

The knife edge

Of belief defends

Against words arising

Expressing opposition

And freedom.. 

In the end it seems

The story of belief

Orates like all stories

Freedom unknowing...

Watching..

 

Watching

Without the

Assumptions of 

Distance and time

May appear to be

Miraculous:

A watcher

Watching something

Being watched...

Freedom cannot be qualified...

 

(Photo by Jane Parry)

Freedom

The word

Appears to

Qualify the

Freedom which

Cannot be

Qualified...

Telling what cannot be told..

 

The appearance

Of the character

Seems the jewel 

Of the story of

No-separation..

But even this story

Is another attempt

To tell what cannot

Be told..

Mountaintop...

 

Interconnected..

A concept

Connecting what

Seems as separate

Fragments..

A story which

May seem as a

Mountaintop for

The seeker...

Uncertainty..

 

Uncertainty

A seeker's prompt

To locate that which

Is certain in story

After story.. all 

With an epilogue:

Uncertainty..

Alone..

 

Alone

An experience of

Distance..of separate

Paths..journeys..

Or..of no distance

No paths or journeys

And no separation..

Stories of loneliness

Or  terror or

Free falling freedom..

Appearances of

What is named

Alone...

Words may fly and die...

 

Words

Flaunt their authority

Demanding attention

To a limitation

A seeker's delight..

And the limitation 

May hold hostages

Form religions..or

Simply

Fly and die...

Pop-Ups..!!

 

Uncertainty

Lives with certainty

In the province

Of separation..

The end of the

Story of uncertainty

And its partner may

Out of the rubbish

Tell a new story

Of  freedom

Unleashed...

Uncertainty

Appearing certain

May seem as a

Paradox 

Suggesting a 

Blessing of

Not knowing...

I am

Forms the

Appearance

Of separation...

Resurrection

Of the religion

Seems to involve

A non-separate

Lens..

Pop-up Stories...

Nothing is everything..

 

Nothing is everything

And there seems

An instant freedom

A seeming engagement

With all of life 

And the written word..

Resonances lit by

Nothing is everything..

Something of a glow

Perhaps...

Winter

Sweeping cold

Biting the skin

And a seeming

Endurance..the 

January time..

The year's beginning..

Yet this story with

Its fanciful times

May melt into a

Glow of wholeness 

Summer not separate

From winter...

Words

Already empty

Nothing at all

Before a voice

Tells a story..and

Words are

Vehicles for a

Story's separation..

Maybe

Miraculous

Words...

Words and more words..

 

Words

More words

And yet more..

Attempting to 

Inch closer to This..

In a story of

Words uncloaked

All words are

Already 

Appearances of

This...

Words: definable and indefinable..

 

Words

Seem to be used

As definable and

Indefinable..

The definable tells

The stories which

Dreams are made of..

The indefinable may

Appear as a 

Simple story

In which

The indefinable 

Applies to all 

Words...

No other..

 

No other

And 

No separation

Are synonymous..

Even an imagined

Between is

No other... 

I am...

 

I am

Forms the I

In separation

Inviting the

Accumulation of

I am whats 

To include 

A what that

Longs for

A completed

I am...

A paradoxical miracle..

 

Simplicity of

This..

There may seem

A wholeness of

What appears

And may or not

Seem to dissolve

Upon analysis with

Words and beliefs..

A paradoxical miracle

Of everything not separated...

Time and space..and a story never told...

 

Time and space

Duration and displacement

Words suggesting separation

And necessary apparently

For stories seeming as

Knowing and doing..

Few arguments are posed

To threaten these assumptions

And an argument would 

Be another story featuring

Time and space..

Words seem to map what

We know and can tell

However..there may arrive

Another story never told...

Light..

 

Light

The word

May suggest

Unconditional peace

When the word is found

Indescribable..

A word echoing the

Unknown...

I know what I know..

 

This cannot 

Be known

Nor that..

There is

No I to know..

Yet

I know what

I know..and I

Am sticking with it...

Encouragement...

 

There may be

Expectation

For the possibility

Of a rising wholeness..

Yet wholeness is

Already present

And may appear as

The arising 

Expectation...

"Live a little, comfort a little, cheer thyself a little."  As You Like It.

Nothing..one word and two..

 

Nothing

Is one word

Seeming as

Two.. 

No may appear

As a thing...

Bad news infects the teller..

 

Bad news

Infects the teller..

The teller

Conveys news which

Is believed or not

To have arisen in a 

Fictitious past time..

News In the telling 

Colored with belief

Is what is happening

And not...

"The nature of bad news infects the teller."  Antony & Cleopatra (Shakespeare)

Stories empty before they are told..

 

Separation

Is inherent in

All words..

Words telling

Stories may

Seem to stand

On solid 

Assumptions of

Separation..

But whether or

Not such standing

Appears..a story

Is empty as it

Is told...

Amazement!

 

No separation is synonymous with nothing. Accordingly, there are no words, languages, buildings, people, which all need separation for appearance. Yet, there they are, seemingly. Appearances. No knowing is possible of this immediate amazement!

Knowing and Not knowing...

 

Knowing

Seems to happen

In the domain of 

The dream..with

Gifts of separation:

Writing and speaking and

Imagining and exploring..

Not knowing

Is synonymous with 

No-separation..

A totality implying

The impossibility of 

Knowing at all..

No compromise..yet

Amazingly

Life goes on..!

Nothingness..

 

Nothingness

Is the make up

Of all words..

Words dancing whether

Or not the author

Intends a dance... 

Resurrection as Appearances...(JS Spong)

 

More ado about nothing...

 

Nothing

Implies

A thing..and 

Things imply

Nothing..

Circling...

Nothing

May seem to

Suggest

Equality as

Freedom...

Nothing 

Is not imaginable

Untouchable..

But may seem

Obvious as 

Words seem to

Dance...

A dictionary

Is nothing 

Appearing as 

A book with a

Listing of word

Appearances of

Nothing...

Not knowing

And nothing

Different words

Begging to express

What cannot be

Expressed...

Uncertainty

A fading certainty..

A story of

Nothing

Nipping at edges...

The word

Nothing

Recalls something

But the something

May suddenly

Explode...