This is our Chance
To face those dark clouds
Of evening..
We must not flee..not now
Not this evening..
Not look for distractions..
Can we just allow
Those clouds to be for a
While..and when ready
With courage..enter their
Darkness..and find what
We have found before
In forgotten times: a sprig
Of spring Light...

Perhaps we are to learn
That the chaos of the world
Is always here and now..
Events..that is thoughts and
Perceptions..if we closely assess
Arise unexpected in what
We know as ourself..
We are lulled in times which
Seem to be linear..all smoothly
Connected by thought..

Do we then learn that thought
Only supplies connections
Allowing belief in control..
The Real connections lie in
The infinite and eternal
Here and Now...

A spreading of
Pandemic uneasiness
And my dream projected
My uneasiness..as
Familiar faces in
Unfamiliar places and a
Dream insistence that
This is not a dream..
At least..not this time..not
These circumstances..however
Strange..
Then the waking shock that
This dream too..was a dream..
I had been fooled once more..

Suspicions have arisen
In times past..that our joys
And sufferings..are short
Stories..entering and leaving..
Scripts for the character we
Seem to be..so might the
Pandemic be the story
Which..at last..finds us in
Serious inquiry..to discover
The Dreamer within...?

There is fear
Planted by closeness..
By warnings posted in
The world without..
Closeness they say
Will be sharing of a
Microscopic terrorist
Lurking in our breath
Poised to leap when
The distance is right..

Is this admonition
Begging a turn inward to
Locate that place
Which is not a place
Where distance dissolves
In a newfound Calm...?

That which is All
(That which we Are)
Wrinkles and shapes
OurSelf into all those
Appearances which
Decorate our world..
Larger wrinkles are
Time and space which
Seem to house all
Wrinkles appearing..
We need to engage
Or not engage
Quickly with wrinkles
For a hot iron is now
Heating up...!

Not seeing
Births perceiving
And: I Am..
Gifting the fruit of
Our seeking for lo
So many days
And hours past...

Thus some pray..
Jesus saw the apparent
Separation of wills
And the raggedness of
This frightful belief..
A belief supporting
For eons of time
Life's sufferings..
The shift to One will
Resurrects who we
Always have been...

Quarantine and cancellation of
Gatherings are gaining strength..
Occasions in which we face
Each to the other..sprout fears of
A rising darkness..
Of the Unknown..

Is this a summons from our inner
Being..to reevaluate our frenzied
Comings and goings..and discover
In enforced isolation that
Our pursuits have drawn a curtain
Over a truer image of who we are..?

Is this a time of self-questioning
To be willing to fall into the Unknown
Fueled by our fears..and recognize
What has always been
Our true Safety and Joy...?

Should be the teacher's motive..
It is an acquaintance
By the Teacher of her
Own Identity..

Starting elsewhere..in a textbook
In a settled belief..only serves
To diminish the teacher and to
Guarantee a quick departure of
The thing that is intended
To be taught..a Recognition that

Textbooks and beliefs are
Unsteady tools of Truth which
May be discarded in
A more favorable Wind...

What are those Wednesday things
That draw our attention today..?
Each of them promises to make
A division of the Peace we are..
Unless our Peace is Recognized
As that which composes and does
Those Wednesday things..

We are taught that
A line of time
Is the dimension which
Orders our lives..
This school lesson
Assumed and forgotten..

Until experience rebels
When we are shown a
Cross-section of a tree..
With radials and circles
Appearing here all at Once..
A tree delivers Truth...

Is our conditioning..
It is that which veils
Our eternal Now..
Veiled when separation
Gains our attention
And we venture into
Past and future..
East of Eden in the
Story's terms..

So..
In our many lifetimes
In the Life we live
We experience Now
In surprising glimpses..
Until..
Our  lifetimes' shadows
Are deemed enough
And we reincarnate
Now to Now
To discover at last
What has always been
Home...

We are taught that
A line of time
Is the dimension which
Orders our lives..
This school lesson
Assumed and forgotten..

Until experience rebels
When we are shown a
Cross-section of a tree..
With radials and circles
Appearing here at Once..
Experience delivers relief...

Righteous Anger

When anger bursts forth
In an encounter calling to
Unleash our fury..
The veil of dualism
Of separation seems to
Thicken..to conceal our
Inherent Peace..

When we recognize
What is above
Our anger responses
Can be sourced in
Our Peace...

Viruses and more
Give us notice that
Our lives are lived
In what is largely
Unknown..
There is an overlay of
Sorts which covers the
Unknown in a large
Swath of circumstances..
But the unknown
Breaks the surface
Now and then..
To give us the message:
Our finite minds have
Severe limits..whether
The unknown seems
Near or far..
So..the hint seems to be
That an exploration of
The Unknown may
Provide an option to
Set us Free...

We are attuned
Conditioned
To believe there are always
Priorities in life..That we need
Be most watchful to settle on the
Important this moment..Until
One day we discover the flaw
In all this:
Focus on importance
Doubles down once more
On attuned separation
Delaying once again
A glimpse or more of
What has always been
Unconditioned...

From SILENCE
We emerge
And find a world
Of dual things..
All separated with
Clarity..and so there is
A tacit agreement
That this clarity
Is where we are and
Have always been..

That is..until the
Polarities in life
Are sighted..suggesting
A relational clarity
Bringing satisfaction
Now and then
Until it doesn't..

Our search continues
To find a Wholeness
Of enduring value..
To rid ourself of that
Frag feeling which
Lurks to **** us in..

Then to discover
A direct path..with a
A bypassing of
All of the trip wires
Which tripped us before..
And recognizing our
SILENCE once more
As our Wholeness
We have ever sought...

In our dreamtime
We receive a gift
Which when seen
As a gift
There is immense
Reward..
Next morning we
Can and usually ignore:
Believing the unreality
Of the dreamtime
Having just passed..
However..
The gift may be a glimpse
Of Wholeness separating
Within Itself and making
Of Itself appearances
Of convincing stature..
Breaking News...?

Apparently
Most of us on earth
Engage each day
To just survive
For one more day..
Fear and desire dictate
A form of *******
For most..who must
By wit and courage
Play roles which give
Credence to a reality
Of many things..while
Ignoring each her own
Veiled Reality..
A heavy price by
Rich or poor..
Apparently Freedom
Awaits for now
Behind the veil...

A good question is
Asked from the edge
Of a precipice..
The mind asks and
Expects the answer
From the realm
Of earlier expectation..
Yet..this question
Finds only stillness
Frightening stillness
For the mind..and a
Wish to retreat..
Until..that Jump...

Inseparable these are..
Inseparable and pointing
To the knowing
Of who we are..
Death points to our
Frantic or calm
Entering and departing..
Love stands still
While noticing how our
Entrances and departures
Left unimpeded
Do not linger at all...

Expressions
At their best are
A dive into duality
Into our everyday
To find the words
Or the colors
Which of themselves
Quickly dissolve
Into that from which
The inspired dive
Proceeded...

When we break out
From the illusion of separation
To recognize our Identity which
Exceeds birth and death..
We can then experience the
Dance of mind and world
As spontaneous dreams arising
In our expansive Identity..
This is liberation
A quelling of the storm...

1.
Looking around
We see things
Some seem permanent
Others seem temporary..
All seems relative..
So what..?
What else is new..?

2.
This may be new:
Consciousness is all
With nothing outside..
Permanence is all and the
Temporary lies within..
And Truth be told:
Permanence  is  
Temporarily at rest...

We see clearly Now
Those many years
Have rippled through
The Love we share...

Namaste

We seem to act
Of our own volition..
Departing this place
To arrive over there..
Coffee..not tea..
Unquestioned choosing..
But does the simple sneeze
Unfurl the question:
Is there volition..?
Are all events really
Sneeze events...?

Beneath
The assumption we are free
Is a map which guides the
Comings and goings of our day..
The assumption is a message
Relaying the truth that indeed
We are free..with newly directed
Attention to ourself as Freedom..
We are startled to find we are
Always identified by that Freedom..
And..of that map..we recognize
It appears in Freedom and
Will  apparently continue to
Map our dream..now known
As a dream...

Purpose


We assign a purpose
But there is a cost..
With said purpose
We narrow our focus
Consult a few maps
Confine our freedom
Acknowledge a self..
Allowing
Is blindfolded as we
Create our world of
Purpose..

Going  for a walk... (?)

A few words strung together
Recall our stirrings
Awaiting the signals
From where we know not
To lace together
The disparities
Of our perceiving..
Disparities may be faint
Or of pounding fury..
Yet the lines must reflect
How disparities dissolve
In our eternal sea...

To the surfer
The wave requires
Her immediate attention..
To balance forces
Which may result in
Swimming not surfing..

Each morning we arise
To catch a wave..
Wishing that we might
Ride the crest today..
Some days it seems so
But others no..

Then the Recognition
Perhaps when crestfallen
We notice the enormity
Of the ocean within which our
Ocean-wave claims attention..
And at last..we are Free...

Anger
surrounded and penetrated
by glowing Awareness..anger
is righteous and serves
to right apparent wrongs..

when anger is unleashed
with cloaked Awareness
we meet with suffering
extending the dream..

nevertheless
all is Awareness whether
Awareness acts as anger
or we suffer to waken...

This is a
Recognition
Of a priority
Which is not a priority
Or a sequence which
Is not a sequence..

Recognizing our
Self as not locked
In the grip of time
And of space
Brings the Freedom
We all seek..

Allowing Freedom
To act freely to
Declaw illusory
Beginnings and
Endings...

Whatever arises
In this writing is
What might arise..
Meanwhile Emptiness
Swallows concerns for
Finding new words
Arising in the same
Emptiness..
Reminding us
That you and I can
Remain joyfully and
Indefinitely in
This Free and Open
Emptiness..which
We Are...

A question often heard
Which reflects our conditioning
In assuming we come from
Some..place..
So..when we Realize where
We come from..we have also
Realized that the question lies
In ashes from the fire of the
Source...

We speak
Of the small self
And the large Self..
With attention to the
Capitalization of Self..

However..the Truth
For our grasping is:
There is only one Self
Capitalized or not..

We refer to our Self when
We use our most
Intimate name:
Which is "I"..

Small self is "I" which
Seems clouded with the
Transitory and colorful
Things of our day..

Also this: ..each entity
Of creation..deer..frogs
Trees..share in identifying
As this Wondrous Self...!!

Conditioning
Contains the parameters
Of our illusory self..
Our so-called history is
A history embedded in
A belief of separation
Settled..unquestioned..
Opportunities for resisting
Arise constantly in this
Assumed world..
Bringing our suffering
As wake-up calls
To look elsewhere for
An Already Identity...

This is the conclusion
Of a technical pursuit
A scientific view of
The nature of our Self..

Brain as filter
Connecting us to
The infinite..
Yet we observe that
In this view
The brain remains
An object as your
Fingernail or front door..

So it seems
We await a dawning
Which is the knowing of
Our brains as appearances
Of the infinite
Among many appearances
In our on-going dream...

An instant truth
Shines and departs..
And then is expressed as
Subject and object..
Which falls short in
Capturing the shining..
But this glimpse
Without words
Lingers and lightens...

Which are Names
Naming all things..
And we are free
To choose our Names..

Basho chooses:
Flower and Moon..
Everything is beauty
And named Flower..and
Everything is truth
And named Moon..

What would be
Your 2 choices...?


“There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.”

― Matsuo Basho

A pause or gap
Which if we consider
Lies between words
Between breaths and
Thoughts..
Between musical notes..
It seems that we
Must listen in the gaps
For the silence and the
Absence of measure..
For what we are:
Holy Hiatus...!

The experience
I Am
Points to purity..
Yet also points to
That which seems to
Cloud and stain
The purity I Am..

This is our
Point of departure
To Recognize that
I Am..in
Silent Understanding
Is never clouded
Or stained...

How do we know..?
Our waking life convinces
Dreams are nighttimes..
Daytimes show what
Really counts as we fill
Our notches in daytime
Expectation..

Agreement here brings on
The waves
Of nicety and nastiness
Which we know so well..
Nighttime escapes bring
Temporary relief..until
Morning's waves resume..

Is there a break..?
Something new..?
Temporary..?
Permanence..?
An exchange..?
Some say so...

Our Self dresses
In numerous guises
And the guises reflect
Our knowing of Truth..

Some apparently
Live lives immersed
In guise belief..of their
Identity thus described..

So..from time to time
We need to undress
To experience the
Light of permanence
Our Self recognized...

It seems
In our quest for longing's end
We might imagine
That our longing lies within
Something that seems
Spacey and wide..

Our earth in vast space
We may consider.. yet is not quite
Enough to quell our longing..

It seems
We await the knowing
That our longing is Space itself
Wishing for this Recognition...