tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56305487454764090972024-03-13T14:35:41.594+05:30Potshots'Even the best writing is like taking potshots at the moon'
Wei Wu WeiAnamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.comBlogger631125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-16160349910979169762022-01-26T17:22:00.002+05:302022-01-26T17:22:13.815+05:30<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFzH7Oy54tdhgpDjUNClj6Aysg6J7OX14Y1bsX2jYKHiOPK5OUgRgY7whav41C9OKY4M_720FaC3qkP3MAdFkdTNGOBy9GQ-38fXQZ3m7_XsXiREAUWVX6ux1sfXlyepivDYhAOVxi2GQHDpsWKuS6o-VzE508Btw9SuKqGHE2k3UgvK4bsiC0pHEV9A=s4128" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3096" data-original-width="4128" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFzH7Oy54tdhgpDjUNClj6Aysg6J7OX14Y1bsX2jYKHiOPK5OUgRgY7whav41C9OKY4M_720FaC3qkP3MAdFkdTNGOBy9GQ-38fXQZ3m7_XsXiREAUWVX6ux1sfXlyepivDYhAOVxi2GQHDpsWKuS6o-VzE508Btw9SuKqGHE2k3UgvK4bsiC0pHEV9A=w364-h273" width="364" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-84196561126857679802022-01-26T17:20:00.001+05:302022-01-26T17:21:13.107+05:30Rock 'n Roll<p><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Step back. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Step back.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Back from the motivations to act. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">From the identification with the </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">swirling thoughts </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and lingering feelings</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">passing by like buses and cars in</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">front of our window. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Back from everything </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">which defines us as a person. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Step back from everything which tells us </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that we are limited and separate.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Step back just a little while </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">as if it is a game we play.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When we came into the world, we played</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the game of being the little child</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">because we so much needed to please.</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Our survival depended on it.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i>After playing the game of being this little girl or boy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for some time we forgot that it was just a game, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">because no one told us otherwise.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And with this forgetting we lost home, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">not knowing any more who we truly are. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Instead, we identified with this pseudo-identity</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">always sensing something is not quite right,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">something is missing,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">something is wrong.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">And as everyone else, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">we started to look </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">somewhere else for completion.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Relationships, work, money, enlightenment, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cats and dogs, children, cigarettes, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">sex and drugs and rock and roll.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Anything at all to fill up the hole </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">created by this misidentification.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">We lost sight of the simple fact of being.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Unconditionally present.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Always here and now.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And more intimate than our own breath.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Step back.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And see what is always present already..</span><br />
</p>Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-40055135319784986972021-12-29T18:46:00.000+05:302021-12-29T18:46:05.209+05:30<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFyVXRIrnYqtbdemP_1A3Is725J5c9Wwu3VqKJPRpzg2d7kqufth7eFv77FL-NvkjUQW0vnWcXXmeod1NlHKz_aHchrsR1nXkn1TtFpTWfkicXZRk8_VDGV5QbNJ1eWn7G1wtBAyAyquObrmlZSlT__4qht3KTc7dA9lzrgF_vVDmQg-J13fKkSUnSqA=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFyVXRIrnYqtbdemP_1A3Is725J5c9Wwu3VqKJPRpzg2d7kqufth7eFv77FL-NvkjUQW0vnWcXXmeod1NlHKz_aHchrsR1nXkn1TtFpTWfkicXZRk8_VDGV5QbNJ1eWn7G1wtBAyAyquObrmlZSlT__4qht3KTc7dA9lzrgF_vVDmQg-J13fKkSUnSqA=w488-h366" width="488" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-71813332746995719832021-12-29T18:44:00.000+05:302021-12-29T18:44:07.597+05:30<p> </p><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Calamity</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Opening up to
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what is</span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what you are</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">right here
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">right now,
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the seeking stops, </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">the search ends.
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">From a personal point of view a calamity. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">An existence where there are no more goals
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no more ideas and ideals to go after.
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The center of the universe,
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the idea of being a person </span><span style="font-size: large;">collapses. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And everything which made sense before
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is now seen to be empty, meaningless.
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">But when existence is pulled free
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">from this limited point of view,
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">reveals itself to itself. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And Life becomes a wondrous happening.
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A mysterious unknown
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">where everything is full of meaning.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Fullness itself </span><span style="font-size: large;">without explanations.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The immediacy of perceiving what Is.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The beauty.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The ear-splitting silence.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The peace that passeth all understanding </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The total acceptance of what Is.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Choicelessly aware
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-67298341878375000442021-12-10T17:03:00.004+05:302021-12-10T17:03:45.172+05:30<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNngnq7c6NINbTXrpG8gXHMHSW0CyyC2Onlw4fFDKyUdoAt1G18dpKGW1_uJKnvNWIegsP9sfuINdiyWrHm_zFa8rp1diz9sT3Xu1-62EtRa506DavGQkDN5rS1VwduHLL981OFqp81u1K/s2048/20191022_140316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNngnq7c6NINbTXrpG8gXHMHSW0CyyC2Onlw4fFDKyUdoAt1G18dpKGW1_uJKnvNWIegsP9sfuINdiyWrHm_zFa8rp1diz9sT3Xu1-62EtRa506DavGQkDN5rS1VwduHLL981OFqp81u1K/w473-h355/20191022_140316.jpg" width="473" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-49593730764423538322021-12-10T17:01:00.000+05:302021-12-10T17:01:29.831+05:30<p> </p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The conversation</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The conversation</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">this morning where
the soft sand gave way</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">when my bare foot
came down,</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">the dewdrops from
the grass</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">trickle down the
ankle,</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">and the sound of
small twigs</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">break on the forest
floor.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The conversation</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">yesterday at acro
yoga</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">with the weight and
the delicate finding of ease</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">as one balances in
midair upside down</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">on some other body’s
feet.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Not knowing anymore
where one body starts</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">and the other
begins.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Only sensations of
stretching, balancing</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">of weight and
movement are perceived.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The world seen from
unusual angles.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The conversation</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">at all times ongoing</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">as we move and see,</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">hear and smell,</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">taste and touch,</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">all and everything
that appears</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in our field of
perceptions.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A fullness and
aliveness always here</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">but rarely noticed
in its richness and intensity</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">as most of our
attention stays captivated</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">by the belief in the
reference point we call me.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">While at each moment
</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a million things are
going on,</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">the narration of
keeping this me aliveness</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">hijacks the direct
perceptions.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Aliveness
without filters.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-22236934991912928252021-11-30T16:53:00.002+05:302021-11-30T16:53:28.506+05:30<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDg2fwNNOY41xRGBy1tZzg6fiuVJv0rAXF52EV5174Q5LQEsJoLwfqa0tJLNALQI5lqYj_pvQh16lbwRQHU86ae_w5bhThpIZj5JNnURd0PYtcZaNew2AyKEUf7V4vMGZARvRqzS37snXe/s900/gulls+in+Portland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDg2fwNNOY41xRGBy1tZzg6fiuVJv0rAXF52EV5174Q5LQEsJoLwfqa0tJLNALQI5lqYj_pvQh16lbwRQHU86ae_w5bhThpIZj5JNnURd0PYtcZaNew2AyKEUf7V4vMGZARvRqzS37snXe/w484-h322/gulls+in+Portland.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-12734717721984350802021-11-30T16:51:00.010+05:302021-11-30T16:56:32.210+05:30<p> </p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><span><span>"Here
I AM"</span></span></b></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>As
awareness is All,</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>the
ultimate subject,</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>what
All is,</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>what
we all Are,</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>so
everything</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>we
<i>meet</i> is IT.</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>All
the contacts with the world</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>is
only ever the Beloved meeting us.</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span> </span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>Every
face, smell, colour, sound, sensation.</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span> </span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>The
smiling kid looking up,</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>the
grumpy sales man in the shop,</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>the
embrace of our lover,</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>the
throes of our illness.</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>No
getting away from IT.</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span> </span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>The
Beloved pursues us relentlessly.</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span> </span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>Every
breath we take is only ever</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>This
which is touching us</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>with
Itself.</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span> </span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>The
boredom, the depression,</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>the
delight and the joy.</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span> </span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>Through
every contact IT is calling</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>out
to us:</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span> </span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span><span>"HERE
I AM"</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><p style="margin-bottom: 0.14in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-52373956722109443372021-08-29T20:39:00.001+05:302021-08-29T20:39:13.063+05:30<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjifboZAEwRf1eUJT4P3uhasFUhwDQHSPHz7bTERmdE80E4p9EOTGcBWXQoBGis_UKAJ7vvZbuQ5xH0XSnFBKqhtLdFXOlr2rzi-WAFv-YMboWIJM3m44qEqTfeZkU7V-vxhRgDj6xF1hvn/s2048/Stark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjifboZAEwRf1eUJT4P3uhasFUhwDQHSPHz7bTERmdE80E4p9EOTGcBWXQoBGis_UKAJ7vvZbuQ5xH0XSnFBKqhtLdFXOlr2rzi-WAFv-YMboWIJM3m44qEqTfeZkU7V-vxhRgDj6xF1hvn/s320/Stark.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-18050073036897973662021-08-29T20:38:00.003+05:302021-11-01T14:52:37.100+05:30<p> </p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Unentangling </span></span></span><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">If the the penny has dropped,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">and one knows oneself to be That </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">which is limitless....<br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">and one does not hang on to concepts <br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">how nonduality or spirituality
has to look like; </span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">one
enters a journey of unentanglement.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Personal
encumberments </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">gathered over a lifetime come out of hiding.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Contractions
stored in the body as a child are eased out. </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Memories
one did not know were there, resurface.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">At
its own time and momentum this process unfolds.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">There
is no initiative or intention </span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">There
is no one who wants it to go one way or the other.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">And
then without effort it is over.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">This
particular knot has been untied.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">After
such a episode I notice </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">there is a deepening in the way I perceive
myself and the world.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sinking
more into the body.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">There
is more clarity in the perception.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">This
process is going on since some years. </span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">It
started in India and continued after I remigrated to Holland.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">There
was much to uncover coming back to my own country, </span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">my
roots and my family. </span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lots
of things I had not have to deal with </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">in the 35 years I was in India.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">National
and cultural habits, </span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood issues. </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sticky
at times,</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Painful
at times.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Revealing more freedom</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">And there is no end to this journey</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">More space to be the One who I AM</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is always the ever present </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ever pregnant </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">all possibilities containing </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">Life.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And death is but another way of saying that an appearance is changing shape. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A tree in autumn is loosing its leaves.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Each leaf, in summer alive and giving life to the tree,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">withers and disintegrates, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">its elements becoming nutrition for the roots. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The end of Spring is the start for Summer. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">A caterpillars demise is the birth of a butterfly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Death and dying have been close lately.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My mother, clients, Leo Hartong</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and family of a dear friend.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Seeing all the intricate changes </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">when life slowly withdraws from a body:</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The change of color, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The body emaciated because of its decision not to eat.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The 'death mask' with the pointed nose and the tight skin over the cheekbones making its entry.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The plucking of the hands in the air.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The irregular heartbeat, with long intervals.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The person preparing to move to another realm of perception by asking where it should go, what is the way?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And then the last breath with a surrender and a relaxation.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The being has moved on.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The empty shell of the body left behind. </span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Death is only there for the ones who stay behind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">when they are convinced that life stops when the body stops.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But it is an open door for the one who goes.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For me my mother is not dead, she is merely not in her body.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">She is discovering things new where she is now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I look forward to meet her again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The changes which happened in my body after she left</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">are seen and acknowledged.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Are felt and lived through intimately.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Because of my mother my existence on earth has been a welcoming and loving one. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Through her I have naturally received a trust and confidence. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Through her simple and generous heart I inherited much of her</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">open and honest way of looking at life.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And when she was not physically in her body anymore </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I felt the loss viscerally. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That specific support on what my body/being had relied on for its existence was not there anymore.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had not been aware that it was there, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">because it had never not been there. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And by its absence I realized its significance.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For days and weeks this hole was felt. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As if a a ground which always was firmly under my feet suddenly was not so solid anymore. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sensations were felt of hollowness, emptiness, heaviness.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Which when given words are: 'depression, loosing the will to live'. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But when the words and stories are not there they are sensations in the body which indicate the severing of the energetic connection which had always been between my mother and me.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It is a natural and normal process. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">After an upheaval things have to find their place again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Like a wound in a body which has to heal.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Painful and unpleasant at times.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Intimately felt.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Meanwhile I feel my mother at times,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and talk with her when I do.</span><br />
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-46632192228573450712017-12-31T08:12:00.000+05:302018-01-01T08:18:52.745+05:30A paradox?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">In truth there is only One looking out of everyone's eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">All is made out of the one substance, consciousness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And in truth each viewpoint is unique, individual, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">authentically only yours, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">as there is only one of them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is only you looking out of your eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two in One. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There is no contradiction</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and no paradox either </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">if it can be seen as what is happening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To deny one is being necessarily outside the Truth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The process to be able to see </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ever more clearly all that is involved </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the experience called Living.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">An unending process which does not stop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ever</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>( All though one can stagnate for a while at a station )</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Even nonduality, self realization are but stops on the way.</span><br />
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-64888778691957736902017-12-13T07:45:00.000+05:302017-12-13T07:45:07.928+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-84305644310207505662017-12-13T07:38:00.000+05:302017-12-13T07:38:22.895+05:30Unsought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The inclusive aspect of awakeness</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is ongoing and unstoppable</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">when surrender has occurred. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You can not make this happen,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but one gives one's consent to it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This call to give oneself and all that comes up</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is unsought, spontaneous </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and answers something</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">which is at the same time </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">universal and intimately personal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you find yourself here you will notice </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that all concepts, systems, frameworks fail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is only the process happening. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are no two things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just this happening. </span><br />
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-57081643895561633912017-12-04T07:51:00.000+05:302017-12-04T07:51:28.693+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-80575262113761337412017-12-04T07:27:00.002+05:302017-12-04T07:27:55.533+05:30Some questions...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Was there ever a time that you were not here?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do you have a memory of your absence?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is it possible to live without concepts?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Even the Nondual concepts?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No concepts at all? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can we do away with the frameworks we have become so</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">accustomed to?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The bagage we have picked up on the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Any idea which has not been investigated </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and experienced by ourselves</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is second hand information </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">taken on because someone else has said so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is it possible to live without concepts?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Truly alive here and now to what is happening? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Without referencing it to the mind?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">? </span><br />
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-39474877580680996312017-11-16T16:03:00.000+05:302017-11-16T16:03:08.341+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-46672234201921459772017-11-16T15:57:00.001+05:302017-11-16T16:05:26.583+05:30Somewhere<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">As new born babies<br />
we are noticing everything directly, <br />
as there is not yet a fixed position.<br />
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It is one fluid field of knowing. <br />
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Until we are conditioned, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">through upbringing and education,<br />
from morning to night, <br />
that what we are is limited to the body. <br />
This is our identity.<br />
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And as nobody has confirmed us in our perception<br />
of the ever present nature<br />
of our being, <br />
we believe the lie and<br />
settle for a fake reality. <br />
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Somewhere we know we are<br />
magnificent, <br />
beautiful and divine.<br />
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But we are brainwashed not to brag,<br />
not to show ourselves</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and to hide.<br />
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Somewhere we know we are<br />
timeless, ageless and perfect.<br />
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But we are never confirmed<br />
in this intuitive knowing and thus<br />
slide into inferiority complexes<br />
because our ever changing<br />
appearance does not match the<br />
fashion models of this moment.<br />
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Somewhere we know we are<br />
ever present and all knowing; <br />
our direct perceptions revealing<br />
the truth of existence as it is.<br />
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But we get caught up in the<br />
story of separation, of human 'doings.'<br />
Entering the stream of time.<br />
Of past and future.<br />
And end up living in a conceptual framework<br />
where things are only known by its labels.<br />
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Somewhere we already know we are<br />
whole and complete.<br />
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That is why this message<br />
of non separation is resonating with many.<br />
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It is already telling us<br />
what we know to be true.<br />
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A place we never left.<br />
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The direct knowing of this moment.<br />
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-27163699321725655602017-10-29T09:41:00.000+05:302017-10-29T11:07:29.402+05:30Hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">When there is</span> <span style="font-size: large;">hope that </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">tomorrow will be better..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When there is hope that</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what is right here</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">will be changed </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">into a brighter future...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we hope that</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> later on</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what is right now</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">will smoothen out</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and be more comfortable..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">we live in resistance to what is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with all its imperfections</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and challenges </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is not good enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with all the odd bits </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">here and there</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is not living up to </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">our dreams and expectations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is only when </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">all hope </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">all aspirations for a great tomorrow</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">all desire for a better life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">have left us... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">that we are confronted with </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the beauty and immediacy </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of what is </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">right here and now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The blinkers fallen from our eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Suddenly aware of the </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">unimaginable extraordinary </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ordinariness of existence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Life as it is.</span><br />
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Anamikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215370265486950466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630548745476409097.post-7081106817335298632017-10-23T07:43:00.001+05:302017-10-24T07:15:32.191+05:30Visceral<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">When the I fixation has dissolved,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">when the bubble of personal identification has burst,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">when thoughts are not believed anymore,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">when feelings and perception are seen for what they are:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">information, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and when this new found freedom is filtering down,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">opening up the layers of personally identity,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(<i> the nooks and crannies where the me-habit is hiding </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>cramping the style of Self,</i> )</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">when integration and deepening</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(<i> which can take years</i> )</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">are a natural process after an initial awakening, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">then the results are visceral, physical.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A peace and ease are </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">effortlessly present in the body.</span><br />
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