Thursday, September 29, 2011
A butterfly is fluttering around the flowers of the tree
a fan is spinning
a sensation of moisture on the upper lip
the flickering of light from the modem
sweat is breaking out as
a hot flash is going through the body
the wind rustles the leaves of the tree
a calendar is swaying because of the
moving air from the fan
a deep sigh
tapping of the fingers on the keyboard
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Our natural state is the default state
through which the Unborn perceives Itself.
Through the senses it experiences the world and
in this duality it can taste, see, hear, perceive
itself in myriad ways.
An overlay of tendencies and stories
have contracted in a so called person
( the contraction is the person )
and because of this the world is perceived
as if separate and limited.
Perception takes place through this filter of a me.
When we put the identity of the phantom person into question,
( Who am I? What is looking? )
and it has been seen for the illusion it is,
we automatically fall back
in the settings of our default state.
Seeing, perceiving going on.
No perceiver in sight.
Friday, September 23, 2011
You are the sky. Everything else, it's just the weather.
One of the paradoxes is that there is
an unshakable certainty.
Something, somewhere solid,
that is known through being.
The ground of being,
what is, what we are.
But all the rest, the world, issues,
everything appears more and
more uncertain and unknown.
One goes through the day
and things are happening,
that is the only thing one knows.
Things are happening.
What it is or what for, one seems
to know less and less.
Just Life i guess...
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Doubtlessly knowing who we are,
innately, without form or object.
Feeling whole and complete.
An openness which is unmoving
is not rejecting,
is not reaching out.
This is our natural state which will
become apparent once
the belief in the person has subsided.
Once the true identity has been
seen and taken on,
erroneous beliefs fall away.
Like a house of cards.
All problems of existence are there
because of a case of mistaken identity.
When there is no person to reference,
its just life happening.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Awareness is not only
and so fort and so fort,
( which cannot be captured in words anyway )
It is intelligent as well.
Its not a dumb ass dull something
which keeps you smiling like an idiot.
( although that also happens )
It is Intelligence itself.
It sets the planets in motion.
Emanates all existence from
the tiniest particle to the galaxies.
Grows a tree from a seed.
Pumps the blood, replaces cells.
The seasons, the tides all is moved
by awareness, as awareness
who knows what it does.
Don't you think we can take the backseat?
Give up our so called personal existence?
Sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.?
Let it take you where it wants.
What are you afraid of?
Its what you are,
What we all are,
Here and Now.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tomorrow is your birthday, 3 years old.
In the last year I've seen
the seamless openness you are
slowly being covered over by the story of
the little boy, the son, the brother
that thickened itself to a skin the size
of your body
You have been asked to name and label all the
thingies in your world:
Duck, boat, sheep, peanutbutter etc.
And by doing so made them seem different
and separate from you.
Creating a chasm in your seamless existence.
I have seen the tension with which you did
this, as if sensing that, yes you have to do
this in order to come by, but knowing
that it comes with a price.
A few months ago you were suffering from
a severe rash on your skin, you were irritable
tensed, uncomfortable, thrashing, crying.
There was no known cause for your rash,
which went on for many days
I told your mother:
'he is allergic to the man-made world.'
She did not understand me,
and must have thought me slightly mad.
Last time i saw you,
a few days ago,
a nice little boy enclosed in your skin,
oblivious to the wholeness you are
We have all been through this process
many years ago.
Believing others and by doing so
identified with this puppet we carry
Isn't it time to break the mould
break out of our skins and
reclaim what is ours?
Recognize what we are
always have been
the seamless totality in
which everything appears.
Sitting here right now with the fingers
on the keys of the laptop,
An incredible stillness and peace
in which all the sounds, sensations
are taking place.
To such an extend that the mind is quiet,
can't think, can't make sense.
An emptiness which takes away
anything personal, located, identified.
Its all one seamless totality.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Why have you veiled yourself?
Why have you believed the lie
that we are separate and apart
and allowed this coldness and coolness
to steal upon your heart?
I see you strutting around as if you
do not know me.
How can you live a life independent from me?
Pretending that I am not here but far away.
Ignore me, when I am the very air you breath,
the blood which is coursing through your veins.
Lay down with me, my Love.
Let all barriers fall away
and See that it's Me
that has been always
Looking out of our eyes.
Why do you expect my kisses
to be only tender and sweet?
Do you not know i am also fierce and
I love to take you high upon heights
as well as into the pits of life,
to show you all my different faces,
and meet me in all my moods.
Come with me my love
I am Here
as You and I
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
As the play of Life apparent
happenings are going on.
Stories within stories.
All is Consciousness experiencing
We are taken in by the appearances.
It is convincing and enticing.
We love it, because we love
the drama of it.
The wealth of emotions,
the agonies and the ecstasies.
We have become hypnotized by
the rich fabric of Life.
Where every strand is a person with a story,
which spins itself into a past and a future,
that we have lost sight of That in which
all is unfolding.
That as which all is happening IS
has no name
sees all the stories
and their endings
And is what you are
beyond all the
labels and the
Be still, and Know the I AM
Monday, September 12, 2011
As awareness is All,
the ultimate subject,
what All is,
what we all Are,
we meet is IT.
All the contacts with the world
is only ever the Beloved meeting us.
Every face, smell, colour, sound, sensation.
The smiling kid looking up,
the grumpy sales man in the shop,
the embrace of our lover,
the throes of our illness.
No getting away from IT.
The Beloved pursues us relentlessly.
Every breath we take is only ever
This which is touching us
The boredom, the depression,
the delight and the joy.
Through every contact it is calling
out to us:
HERE I AM
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
The one thing blocking clear Seeing
is the belief in the thought
that there is a person.
This spins out as a continuous
Everything is related to this
Me, my, mine.
my thoughts, my opinions
Instead of passing thoughts
appearing and disappearing.
my feelings, oh my my what i feel
Instead of emotions
coming and going.
Everything comes and goes
in the same way as the landscape passes
by when sitting in the car.
Trees, people, perceptions, thoughts.
Seen coming and seen going.
no me no my no mine
Friday, September 9, 2011
Most people do not not want to be liberated,
they want satisfaction.
Blessed freedom from all conventions,
The freedom from the notion
that one should conform
and fit in.
The freedom to be whatever
is expressing itself at this moment.
That can be anything.
From sweet and compassionate
to upset and even slightly mad.
As there is no one to check
or even to know what the next action
or thought is going to be.
And there is no one interested
to conform to standards.
Freedom also from the idea that what
is written here should be coherent or
As there is never an idea what
is going to come.
It is liberation from the person
which is freedom from limitations.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Not sure of anything.
The world of things and
mine and thine is a mystery.
A web of labels and interpretations
has covered the unfathomable.
Cut into little pieces
and each lives as if it has life of its own.
Split from the origin
they pretend that the world is known
by its labels.
Dried up, stick like,
living lives of quiet desperation.
Step beyond the labels
and immerse in the bottomless
ocean of Being.
Always Here Now
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The late afternoon sunlight
shining through the window
reflects on the stone floor
and like a bright lamp
lights up the whole room.
A solid field of silent stillness in which all appears.
This open spacious awareness is always here now.
And when there is recognition
of awareness with its source,
joy and peace are overwhelming
Tears in one's eyes.
As Awareness is All there is.
There is no Other.
One wave in the ocean to the next:
Did you hear the latest talk?
Water, it must be some substance what
we all are made out off.
They say the ground of all our being and existence.
Something which animates everything.
Without it we, you dear wave and me,
would not exist.
And everything we know and experience
is made out of this water they say.
You see according to this view you and I
have no separate independent existence
but are only and wholly made out of this water.
Seems far fetched to me.
What do you sayyyiiieeeeeeaaii.splashhh ... blub blub
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
I do not know myself,
nor you, my Lord.
I mistook the body
for my identity.
I didn't know
that you are
me, and I you,
yet still I keep wondering
who you and I are.
- Lalla, from Naked Song -
One keeps on wondering...
How great that there are no limits to this;
contemplating the mystery.
How blessed I am.
Monday, September 5, 2011
This is hopeless
For the person
to make it into a strategy and try to
grasp or get hold off.
For the mind
to understand, figure out or
make it into a system.
The person will never be able to do anything
to come closer.
Really really hopeless.....
Nothing you can do.
And then maybe it dawns
that it is a relaxing into That
what you already are.
A giving up, a surrender of all
grasping and seeking.
Perhaps turn around and
simply notice what is here already
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Opening up to
what you are
the seeking stops, the search ends.
From a personal point of view a calamity.
An existence where there are no more goals
no more ideas and ideals to go after.
The center of the universe,
the idea of being a person,
And everything which made sense before
is now seen to be empty, meaningless.
A black hole which sucks up all the crutches
which hold up the pseudo identity.
And then, existence pulled free
from this limited point of view,
reveals itself to itself.
And Life becomes a wondrous happening.
A mysterious unknown
where everything is full of meaning
is fullness itself
the immediacy of perceiving what is
the earsplitting silence
the peace which passeth all understanding
the total acceptance of what is
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Awareness is patterning right now
as a hazy and slow state of affairs.
The body is slumped a little
because of tiredness,
sweat is running down the back,
a tiny insect walks on the screen
of the laptop,
a thought about the bad condition of the fridge
is passing through,
frogs are heard,
as well as music of a distant village,
dogs are barking.
The awareness that there is not the inspiration present
to make a free and interesting blog post.
Awareness perceives it all
and sees it all with clarity.
Sees it as it is..
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Enlightenment is the great and final disappointment,
the dissolution of all our egoic fantasies and grand hopes.
(Chogyam Trungpa Rimpoche)
Let go of all that tells youthat you are
limited, personal, located.
That you are
incomplete, separate, bound
There is no how.
You have to look for yourself.
Is there any truth in these
beliefs and ideas.?
A burning passion to find out
is all you need..