What am I?

What am I?
 
Nothing

Neti Neti 
I am not the mind 
I am not the emotions
I am not the Body
Nothing perceivable
I am No Thing
There is No One to understand
There IS nothing to Understand
There is no person
There has never been a person
Nothing ever happened
There is no self
Meaningless
Hopeless
Empty
Nothing



What am I?

Everything

There is only Me
I am All that appears
What ever I meet is only Me
I am already what I am looking for
Everything is a reflection of what I am
Without Me the world does not exist
There are no limits to what I am
Creative outpourings
Infinite possibility
I am the Knowing
The Seeing
The Being
Intelligence
Everything
Full

Life

Divine Balance

How do you describe 
the infinite riches of Nothingness?

And all the flavours and tastes 
empty space reveals Itself to Itself? 

In an ceaseless discovery.


How?
and which words to use?


How to mention 
the unbearable ecstasy of Being?

And how to even begin 
to express all the divine ways
your Lover is loving and caressing you?

The senses intoxicated
with rapturous wine.



Does not one sound a little mad even to try?
Come on be honest.

Who would dare utter those words?
And who would even try?




My God, 
thank God for 
work in the pottery.

Nothing better to keep one
from going insane,
than some clay 
and things to make.

Dark Brooding Silence

There is peace lying awake at night, 
not wanting anything to be different.
Getting familiar and friendly 
with the dark brooding silence, 
and the sensations and stirrings in the body. 

There is peace being taken over by the dynamics of life,
not wanting anything to be different.
As one activity after another asks for attention
Noticing that the response comes up
spontaneous and effortless.


Being and Flowing 
with what is 
without resistance 
is happiness
and our true nature.
 

Yesterday night
the large booming sound of a bird.  
The first time.

A Mottled Wood Owl 
has been seen
in the area.

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We are thrown into this amazing world.
Into this marvelous human body.

Arriving here in an unknowing knowing wonder.

All the senses registering what presents itself.

Baby's eyes open.
Still pools of reflection.


Then growing up,
increasingly in a bewildered realisation.

Becoming aware 
of the energetic confinement 
of assumptions.

We start to bump into things.

The body which was first a portal of exploration
now our interface with the world.

We have taken on an identity.
Limiting ourselves to the flesh 
and the ideas we have
about ourselves 
and the world.

Do we realize how many concepts we have
taken on unquestioningly?

Are we aware that we are 
not what we think,
what we feel,  
what we perceive?

That we are 
not our memories 
our ideas 
and our character?


Are we aware that we are just the noticing
of This very moment?




Everything else is an add on.

Apps which have been 
downloaded without
discrimination.

Delete  Delete Delete

Open the portals of perception.

Pure and Simple.

The Freedom of being Nothing and None.