Wednesday, December 26, 2012


Early morning,  every day,
a lone babbler pecks furiously at its reflection
on the stainless steel container of the solar water heater.
Pecking,  flapping its wings,  and high sounding shrieks.

At war with its image.

Its sisters ( they are commonly called the Seven Sisters )
fly,  glide,  and babble unconcerned.
They do not find fault with themselves and/or the world.
 ( which is the same in any case )

The simplicity of this perspective is so amazing,
that it seems silly to even open your mouth and say something.
Or sit in front of a laptop and write something about it.

Its too obviously just here,
Just all there is.
The direct cognition
without interpretation
ever present.

Stop in your tracks and look.
This is It.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

..but a show.

The world is but a show, glittering and empty.
It is, and yet is not...
It has no cause and serves no purpose...
It appears exactly as it looks, but there is no depth in it, nor meaning.
Only the onlooker is real.
Call him Self or Atma.
To the Self the world is but a colourful show, which he enjoys
as long as it lasts and forgets when it is over.
Whatever happens on the stage makes him shudder in terror or roll with laughter,
yet all the time he is aware that it is but a show.
~ Nisargadatta

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Thats my life

Yes, I’m truly a dunce
Living among trees and plants.
Please don’t question me about illusion and enlightenment
This old fellow just likes to smile to himself.

I wade across streams with bony legs,
And carry a bag about in fine spring weather.
That’s my life,
And the world owes me nothing. 
~ Ryokan

Friday, December 21, 2012

Prison ?

How come when we question and lament 
our prison,  our limitations, we never really 
consider questioning the prisoner.?

Its our mistaken identification with the person,  
the prisoner, which is the cause of all felt limitations.
Limitations are inherent to being a person.

But we are, all of us,  
God having a human experience.

Know who and what you are and 
what you are not, then all perceived limitations 
are known to be part of the play of Life.
To add colour and spice to existence.

When identification has dropped away
the natural state becomes apparent.

What you are is inherent free and limitless.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A window

In the window of time
the past and the future
sneak in, and
are sitting side by side
where you and I are reading these words.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The perpetual problem

A few days ago somebody told me in a conversation:

The idea of a person perpetuates itself by coming up with problems.
Without problems there is no need for a someone to come into existence.
Then it is just Life happening.

Its like the seeker who keeps him/herself into existence.
Coming up with one questions after the next.
The identity of the seeker intact by the fact of the search.

Oneness playing hide and seek.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The world is my mirror

"First realize that your world is only 

  a reflection of yourself and stop 
  finding fault with the reflection." 

~ Nisargadatta 

"People do not seem to realize 
 that their opinion of the world 
 is a confession of character." 
~ Emerson

Friday, December 7, 2012

Wind on our cheeks

What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things,
compared with being shown some star’s surface, some hard matter in its home! I
stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange
to me…Talk of mysteries!–Think of our life in nature,–daily to be shown matter,
to come in contact with it, rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The
actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?
~ Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Did you notice?

All life appears in its wholeness and entirety at every moment.
 Now is all we got.
 And how ever it appears,  is how it is.
 The dullness,  the aches and pains,  the irritation.

Even exhaustion is effortlessly perceived

Did you notice?