Saturday, January 31, 2015


Dark Brooding Silence



There is peace lying awake at night, 
not wanting anything to be different.
Getting familiar and friendly 
with the dark brooding silence, 
and the sensations and stirrings in the body. 

There is peace being taken over by the dynamics of life,
not wanting anything to be different.
As one activity after another asks for attention
Noticing that the response comes up
spontaneous and effortless.


Being and Flowing 
with what is 
without resistance 
is happiness
and our true nature.
 

Yesterday night

the large booming sound of a bird.  
The first time.

A Mottled Wood Owl 

has been seen
in the area.





Friday, January 16, 2015


Delete Delete


We are thrown into this amazing world.
Into this marvelous human body.

Arriving here in an unknowing knowing wonder.

All the senses registering what presents itself.

Baby's eyes open.
Still pools of reflection.


Then growing up,
increasingly in a bewildered realisation.

Becoming aware 
of the energetic confinement 
of assumptions.

We start to bump into things.

The body which was first a portal of exploration
now our interface with the world.

We have taken on an identity.
Limiting ourselves to the flesh 
and the ideas we have
about ourselves 
and the world.

Do we realize how many concepts we have
taken on unquestioningly?

Are we aware that we are 
not what we think,
what we feel,  
what we perceive?

That we are 
not our memories 
our ideas 
and our character?


Are we aware that we are just the noticing
of This very moment?




Everything else is an add on.

Apps which have been 
downloaded without
discrimination.

Delete  Delete Delete

Open the portals of perception.

Pure and Simple.

The Freedom of being Nothing and None.



Thursday, December 25, 2014


Hope ?


When there is hope that 
tomorrow will be better..

When there is hope that
what is right here
will be changed 
into a brighter future...

When we hope that later on
what is right now
will smoothen out
and be more comfortable..

we live in resistance to what is.


Now 
with all its imperfections
and challenges
is not good enough.

Now 
with all the odd bits 
here and there
is not living up to 
our dreams and expectations.


It is only when 
all hope 
all aspirations for a great tomorrow
all desire for a better life
have left us...

that we are confronted with 
the beauty and immediacy 
of what is 
right here and now.

The blinkers fallen from our eyes.

Suddenly aware of the  
unimaginable extraordinary 
ordinariness of existence.

The mystery of life 
as it is.




Sunday, December 21, 2014