Thursday, December 25, 2014

Hope ?

When there is hope that 
tomorrow will be better..

When there is hope that
what is right here
will be changed 
into a brighter future...

When we hope that later on
what is right now
will smoothen out
and be more comfortable..

we live in resistance to what is.

with all its imperfections
and challenges
is not good enough.

with all the odd bits 
here and there
is not living up to 
our dreams and expectations.

It is only when 
all hope 
all aspirations for a great tomorrow
all desire for a better life
have left us...

that we are confronted with 
the beauty and immediacy 
of what is 
right here and now.

The blinkers fallen from our eyes.

Suddenly aware of the  
unimaginable extraordinary 
ordinariness of existence.

The mystery of life 
as it is.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Fashion models

Growing up, as little children,
we are noticing everything directly,
as there is not yet a fixed position.

It is one fluid field of knowing. 

Until we are conditioned,
from morning to night,
that what we are is limited to the body.   
This is our identity.

And as nobody has told us 
of the ever present nature
of our being,  
we believe the lie and
settle for a fake reality 

Somewhere we know we are 
beautiful and divine.

But we are told not to brag, 
not to show ourselves 
and to hide.

Somewhere we know we are 
timeless, ageless and perfect.

But we are never confirmed 
in this intuitive knowing and thus
slide into inferiority complexes 
because our ever changing
appearance does not match the 
fashion models of this moment.

Somewhere we know we are 
ever present and all knowing;
our direct perceptions revealing 
the truth of existence as it is.

But we get caught up in the 
story of separation of human 'doings.'
Entering the stream of time. 
Of past and future.
And end up living in a conceptual framework 
where things are only known by its labels.

Somewhere we all know we are 
already whole and complete.

And that is why this message 
of Nonduality is resonating.

It is already telling us
what we know to be true.

This message of our true nature 
which has been forgotten and beaten
out of us from early childhood.

Trust this message?
Let it take us home?

A place we never left.

As this is All there is
and what we Are.  

The direct knowing of this moment.

Thursday, December 18, 2014


The  nature of Knowing is Knowing.

Knowing knows.

Knowing is impersonal.

Deals with actualities only.

Knowing does not get lost in past stories 
or projects into the future.
But it sees a thought of the past 
or the imaginings of tomorrow
appearing and disappearing

The Knowing knows a thought,  
a sight, a sound,
a feeling, a touch.  
All is known by Knowing.

It is clear and alive,
and always now.
Always present.

Never not Here

Other words for Knowing are Seeing, Being

In Knowing/Seeing/Being there is no separate object. 

The object-subject dynamic has collapsed.

There is only one Thing.

One Taste.

One Intimate tasting 
of all the different expressions
of and as Itself.

Sunday, December 14, 2014


Alarmed a squirrel shrieks.

A butterfly flutters around the huge ceramic vessel on the terrace.

Strong wind through the trees.

Rhythmic the rod from the windmill cling clangs as it bangs against the pipes.

The curtain moves a little.

Ferns sway to and fro.

Thoughts pop up
and fingers tap.

There is no, 
there never was
a person at the center
of perception.

The sense of separation,
of being a person is also

By whom?

By what?

A seamless totality 
where everything appears and disappears.

Just the happening of this moment.

Sunday, December 7, 2014


Do we have to trust and accept?

Or are acceptance and trust the substance of the Universe?

At each moment Life presents itself in innumerable forms.

Go for a walk in the forest or a city.
Shapes change while we move.
Colours and sounds appear and disappear and
creatures and cars come and go.

Effortlessly,  spontaneously,  naturally.

They do not need trust or acceptance 
to appear as they do.

Wherever we are and whatever presents itself
everything is already totally accepted.

The abundance of Life pouring out as it does.
With its ups and its downs.
The sunny days and the cyclones.
The ecstasy and the depression.

Happening without resistance.

Only those who are under the spell 
of being separate from creation 
will try to accept
what has been accepted 

Monday, December 1, 2014

Front row seats

All we ever are is appearing Now.
At this moment.

The stories about who we are and our past
we drag into the present 
and the Presence.
And give them front row seats.

We give them all our attention and 
identify; this is ME.

It has become a habit 
we do not fully notice. 
An automatism.

But wait... 

Where are they, 
those stories, 
when we do not think about them?


And who are we without our stories?