Sunday, January 27, 2013
Every moment is new
and completely open
when we can see it as it is.
Without the luggage of the past
With the eyes of a child.
Just like that
Because of Everything,
Because of Nothing.
The Divine is not something far away
Its closer than we think
closer than our thinking
More intimate than our own breath
And its breathtaking
when we are falling together
with the recognition
that we are That already
and always have been.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Dark quiet night
a hooting scops owl
toothpick between teeth
where the bum meets the hard sofa
barking dogs at a distance
Do not feel the need to spread the word,
or 'help' others.
How can it be?.
There is no other.
And in the world of separation,
where the idea of being a person is believed,
nobody wants to hear this.
Nobody wants to dynamite his/her own house.
Nobody will get this anyway.
Its just noticing that everything is
already the total perception.
The sensing, feeling, thinking,
smelling, hearing, being.
Taking place already automatically,
naturally, without a someone doing it.
Is already ongoing.
Just singing my song.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
From Jed Mckenna's notebook:
The unenlightened state is the magical, mysterious, incomprehensible state. Awake is just awake. It’s not something more, it’s everything less.
My state is natural and easy. I carry no baggage. I labor under no delusion. I don’t spend my life force animating a fictional persona. All paradox lies with the unawakened state.
The awakened don’t have something that the unawakened are missing, it’s the other way around.
The unawakened possess massive structures of false belief. They create and maintain these vast realms of past, present and future; of great meaning and importance; of a deep and wide emotional range; all woven together out of sheer nothingness. Something from nothing; that’s the magic, that’s the special state.
This is a link to an interview, or better an uninterview, or conversation between Jerry Katz and me on 28 December 2012.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
A deep pink orange sky
Mosquitos zoom in,
looking for bare skin.
Dishes and cutlery
cling and clang in the neighbors house.
One side effect of this perspective
is the lack of anxiety about imperfection.
The lack of tension.
Of wanting things to be different.
There is an absurd contentment a lot of the time.
Of course life is throwing its interesting
titbits in this open empty space.
Last week through misunderstanding and
mistrust from someone i got threatened
to have some thugs come and beat me up.
I know where you live and work. We will come after you.
Very interesting to see what happens when
these words were uttered.
Fear, anxiety and shrinking came through.
And then to see that these are words and ideas
and have nothing to do with what is real.
Seeing that what one is cannot be touched.
Confronting the situation full on.
No choice in that,
as there is no separation
and no one who is separate.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
after an absence of more than year
the peacock showed up.
As if no time has passed.
Sitting on the terrace wall
soft tockling noises
peeking through the kitchen window:
When will the food come.?
A piece of dry bread.
And off he comes
clumsy and quick.
In the late noon sun
An explosion of blue green hue
pecking at a crust