Sunday, April 28, 2013

A siren song

What is it in us that has an interest in this message?
This incomprehensible message 
that we are not a person.

Going against everything we have been taught.

Someone telling us 
that we are Free already,
that our natural state is 
this limitless cognizing presence.
It does not make sense.

Why would we at all want to hear this,
and what makes us come back again and again?.

This irresistible story,  
at times beckoning us
at others haunting us 
like a siren song.

The person we believe ourselves to be 
is not interested in this message.
Will revolt and find ways to undermine 
the understanding and assimilation
of these words.

Attack the one delivering this message for instance, 
and all the ways of avoiding 
like boredom, dullness, projections.

Or the mind coming in with endless questions.

And still we find ourselves 
coming back again and again
through internet sites,  books,  satsangs.

We have no choice as something larger 
than this limited person is operating.

It is Oneness itself which is the 
one attracted to hear about Itself
It is the love story of 
the lover looking for the Beloveth.

It is not rational,  it is not personal. 
It is Oneness wanting to recognize itself 
through the body mind
you call yourself.

And longs to obliterate
all that stand in the way
and finally rests
as Itself.   

So what ever brought you here 
will take it further.
Till there is nothing left 
of the belief you call yourself
but this Changeless Something,
which is already now
what you are.

No choice..

sorry...    ;-)

Tuesday, April 16, 2013


Are they true?  

Or they seem clear and we just assume that 
they are true because there is clarity?

How do we know?   
How do we know anything?

And how can this passion for truth 
lead to anything anyway, 
as at the end of everything,  
when one really goes to the end,  
there is nothing.   

Everything falls apart,  
returns to source.  

At the end of everything is Nothing.   
And at the beginning as well.

All expressions,  all intimations,  
insights,  come up and disappear.  
Born out of Emptiness and returns.   
Only Emptiness remains.

Insights can point to the direction of truth 
at the moment of expression,   
but then they are instantly passed their prime. 
Their moment of glory is immediate, 
never to return.
The pointing to what Is, 
eternal and unchanging is true,   
is real.
Is the golden grail all through the ages,  
the alchemist gold,  
the description of nirvana,  
the diamond of the sutras.  
But the language used to express becomes 
archaic and out dated in no time.  
As This is ever fresh and new,  
and cannot be captured by any word,  
not even the most sublime 
as it defies all descriptions. 
It is beyond the known,  
beyond language,  
beyond labels,  
it is always pristine,  
always experienced in the ever present Now.   
It is the ever ongoing open experiencing 
of all that is. 
Try as you might,  
you will never not be this, 

As this is All there.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Life beyond labels

An invitation to step out of the known,
of everything which is safe and comfortable.

Are you feeling tired of the felt limitations?
Always the same habitual responses coming up.?
Life seems too predictable?
Boring even?  
Life dissected and compartmentalized into
palatable proportions.
Always same old same old?

The known projects itself forward into sizable chunks.
Labels everything which comes in.
Has opinions and judgments about all information.
And does not question these assumptions.

Is there not secretly somewhere
a longing to step out of this mold?

Where is the miraculous?
Where is the open space?
The freedom?

How strange that we are never taught to
turn our attention to the direct contact.
Where our attention meets the smell, the taste, the touch, the sounds.
We are only ever taught to notice the labels, the ideas about it:

Its green,  its grass, its food for the cows,
Its white,  its cold,  its snow,  you can make balls and
throw with it.
Its red,  its a rose,  it has thorns,  this is the smell of a rose.

Soon we live in a world of ideas,   a paper thin construct.
Whatever we encounter kicks in all the ideas we have learned about it.
Only touching this artificial structure, where everything is known.

Rarely perceiving without it,
we bypass the bare aliveness.
Life without ideas.
The Unknown.

Everything we have learned we have learned in relationship to the
identity we have been taught is a me.
The world and a me come into being simultaneously.
This is me and that is not me.
The me is separate from other things.
The me is a person,  with a name, a gender, a character,  a mother,  family,  location.  etc.

Life beyond labels is a life without this identity.
It is the direct cognition with what at exactly this moment is appearing.
I mean now.


Without ideas,
with direct perception
there is no person operating.
As soon as the idea of the person comes up,
all the ideas are coming up as well.
Drop the idea of the person.
Direct perceiving is here
where it always is.

Never went anywhere.

See through this construct of a me and find
that what you have been always looking for
is already where and what you are.

Here and Now.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

What a relief

One huge benefit after recognizing that this perspective
is who you are, is the dropping away of the sense of lack.
One is home.

This means that the idea that something is wrong is gone.
The drive to improve this imperfect person,
chasing after a perfection always out of reach
falls away.
Wow....   what a relief