Tuesday, March 14, 2017


The Take Over



How does one come to know This?

Not from memory
from what we have learned
or the ideas and opinions we have about things.
And not what has been instilled in us while growing up.

But by dismantling the identification with what we have 
mistakenly called me 

It is the immediacy
the knowing right now.
The unborn uncluttered perception at every moment.


Does it help to go to Satsang to come to know This?

Going to Satsang might in the beginning 
give conceptual clarity.
To see in one's own being all that is standing in the way. 

But then the group can become an obstacle
if we do not dare to stand alone.
But prefer to shelter in the comfort of a sangha 
or group of friends 
or the club of Nonduality 
which has become another cult.

In the end to be all alone
as there is only one.

In the beginning and the end 
it is a journey one makes alone. 
There is no one else but me making my steps.
It is uniquely my path.


Is it helpful to read the scriptures?

It might in the beginning and for a long time 
give directions which are helpful in one's life.
But in the end not because if we prefer 
to keep hanging on to some dead gurus skirts or lunghi 
and keep believing the wise stories
of the old traditions, 
while that season of schooling has passed, 
we undermine the authority of our own being.

To stand in the authenticity of ones own perception
again and again and again.
As this is the only first hand knowing we have
which is true and alive every time
whatever it is. 

All else is second hand. 


What else is required?
 
A passion for truth no matter what.
No matter what the consequences.
Not being side tracked by lesser ideals and comforts,
but to keep standing in the fire of not knowing
of surrendering
as something Else knows better
and takes over
the rudder of our life.









Sunday, February 26, 2017


Nothing out of Place


Misty Morning
early sunrise
bumping over country roads.

The peace and timelessness   
of a world where as yet 
nothing is out of place.

Villages and potholes make way
for cows, dogs, palm trees
a lone figure squatting.
 
Then suddenly there...

The outline of a lake shore
visibility of a few square meters
the muted calls of life waking up.

The mind made world switched off
disappearing in the wonder
of birds doing their thing.






Sunday, February 19, 2017

                                                                                                    Photo: Michiel Mussies

Seamless


Do we dare to stand alone?

Dare to question the status quo?
All alone?

Only One?

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