Somewhere

As new born babies
we are noticing everything directly,
as there is not yet a fixed position.

It is one fluid field of knowing.

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

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

Somewhere we know we are
magnificent, 
beautiful and divine.

But we are brainwashed 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 already know we are
whole and complete.

That is why this message
of non separation is resonating with many.

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

A place we never left.

The direct knowing of this moment.

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.


Now 
with all its imperfections
and challenges
is not good enough.

Now 
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.

Life as it is.

Visceral

When the I fixation has dissolved,

when the bubble of personal identification has burst,

when thoughts are not believed anymore,

when feelings and perception are seen for what they are:
information, 

and when this new found freedom is filtering down,

opening up the layers of personally identity,
( the nooks and crannies where the me-habit is hiding
cramping the style of Self, )

when integration and deepening
( which can take years )
are a natural process after an initial awakening,

then the results are visceral, physical.

A peace and ease are 
effortlessly present in the body.