Sunday, February 19, 2017
Do we dare to stand alone?
Dare to question the status quo?
Everything we hold dear?
Everything we are used too?
Our conditioning has been instrumental in providing us a safe
environment for us to grow up and then find
our place in the world.
And when we have grown up do we dare to question
everything we have become so used too?
Everything which tells us that we are soo and soo?
Nationality, cultural identity, gender, family traits, etc.
And for sure these are elements we know
we are carrying with us.
Our luggage if we hold this too close to us,
and let it confine us.
An identity which can weighs us down.
Or are these just elements we play with as we come
to realise that we are more than the things which appear?
Sometimes it needs courage to first dare to stand apart
from what we have always known to be me.
In order to create a distance from which we can see
that we are more than the elements which appear.
We are also the space in which everything shows itself.
And we are as well the perceiving capacity by which
we know ourselves to be and this and that.
We are the sky and the weather.
A seamless continuum always in process
and always at rest at the same time.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Once the filters of perception are cleared
the more life is seen as it is.
Without the interpretations.
Perceiving going on.
And there isn't anyone doing that.
It is already happening.
Clearing the filters of perception
happens through attention.
Attention on the personal identity structure.
Unwinding and unraveling the identification
with what we have learned to call me and mine.
Curious as to what arises in our field of awareness?
What is it that is coming up now?
What are these thoughts, emotions and perceptions?
Where does the perceiving takes place?
And what or who is perceiving?
Friday, January 6, 2017
The numbness and ache in toes
while legs are going up and down
and the landscape
passes by silently.
Unmistakably knowing that this
is what I am, and where I am:
Cycling through the freezing polders of Holland,
the horizon an orange gold.
The sky so vast
as to be One thing,
from what I am and
where I am.
Looking after my ailing mother while
siblings are needling me to do this or that.
Trying to control and program what I am doing.
Knowing and perceiving that what I am is
freedom itself, cannot ever be controlled,
yet feeling at the same time myself
as the whole situation.
There is never a me apart from all of this Life.
Everything experienced without filters.
The taste and texture of Dutch life.
The sweet frailty of my mother.
Family and neighbors visits.
Endless stories telling of their
concerns, pains and struggles.
And the body adjusting to the differences
of temperature, timezone and nourishment.
Never a me separate from
what I am and where I am.