Saturday, May 25, 2013

How on earth...?

How on earth do we figure out our existence?
What is Life?

If we are lucky enough this question will take hold of us
and break through the comfort zone
of an ordered and predictable existence.

Crush the imaginary boundaries which have
hypnotized us to believe 
that there is a separation between
the perceiver and the perceived.

If we are lucky enough the question
will break us open 
and leave us bare, 

Remove identifications
until Reality is seen and
all questions have left us.

There are no answers.

You are
Life is
the answer

Form is Emptiness
Emptiness is Form

'How on earth'  appeared in the New Group of World Servers Journal:


Sunday, May 19, 2013

useless words

Light feathered seed pods airborne
drift and float in their hundreds
in front of the window.
Small boats with engines
and loud laughter.
Footsteps on a wooden floor 
Sensations in the body,
a thought of a friend.

Always something is noticed,
Always something is going on.
Rising up and disappearing again
in this open spaciousness.

Sitting typing on the table,
or walking outside on the streets.
Watching a movie,
or eyes closed in bed.

Anywhere,  and everywhere this open spaciousness
is the one thing always here.
The one constant in our lives.

No need to go anywhere or do anything special.

Always here and now already,

Any idea that It is not here yet,  
is only another thought.
Any thought that your circumstances 
are not yet good enough,
that something needs to be changed 
or made perfect are only
strategies of the mind to avoid and 
look away from what at this moment
is already present.

What you are is No Thing .
It is what is seeing everything 
but has no shape or form.

Its the seeing/being/knowing
and already what you are.

Something to investigate?
Find out for yourself?

Do not take my word for it
these are just pointers,  
and have no value whatsoever
if not investigated and seen.

These are no beliefs to hang on to.

Without the actual seeing of This
they are more useless words.

Find out..

Monday, May 13, 2013


When, where, what, who, why?

Questions,  questions,
an opening in the being....
a wanting to know
Born out of not knowing..

A child is forever questioning.
She/he does not know,
is in a state of not knowing.
Is in the natural state and is at ease.
But tries to make sense of this world of appearances.
How to live this life of a separate self and world.
And while doing so falls out of paradise.

Then as an adult we start the return journey.
We know how the world of appearances works,
we have been at it for years.

How to pay our taxes,  
or how the public transport system runs.
How to cook a meal,  
or how not to stand out at a dinner party.

If we are lucky something kicks in 
and begins the questioning,
wants to return home.

Why are we here?
Who am I?


Friday, May 10, 2013

Where on earth..?

Where on earth are we at home?
Is it in a special location, 
with favorable circumstances?

Do we need to strive for those ever changing variables?
Endlessly trying to put the right pieces together?
Which are ever changing and falling 
in and out of harmony continuously?

The right place,  the right climate,  the right relationship,
the right working place,  the right spiritual atmosphere,
the right friends,  social contacts..

Pheww.... that sounds like a full time job,
and with the prospect that the place called home 
escapes us again and again.

There is always something to improve
Never quite right
Isn't it?

When as a child our identity shrunk from no separation to
the body mind,  we fell out of paradise.
Lost the one place which is ours
and settled for a make believe story.
The story of a person who lives in world full of separate objects.

It is the identification with being a person
which locks us out of paradise.

Home is the natural state
Always here and now.
Already the case.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Of Mice and Men

How come we miss the Obvious
so blatantly?
How come the one Changeless factor in our life
escapes our attention?

Absorbed by small life concerns and demands
we are glued to the everchanging appearances.
One after the other
rushing in
and out.
As on a tread mill.
Willing mice running all their lives
round and round.

It is often when some obstacle happens to our
daily rounds and routines,
Some upheaval, or accident,
a break up
sickness and death
that we are stopped in our tracks.

The treadmill slows down,
the rat race is questioned.

Do you dare jump of the wheel?

Willing to disappear to all you have known?

Disappear all together?

Keep questioning...