The story of separation

Knowing This to be what one is means 
seeing that one cannot be this and that.

Duality,  
a person,  
and an other.

As This is all there is. 

 

One sees the phenomenality of existence 

but knows that nothing experienced 
in any way is what we are.  

The belief has gone out of everything:  

the belief in being a person,

the belief in right and wrong, 

the belief in a better future,

the belief in working for ideals and dreams.  

It is the utter plain seeing of reality.   

Seeing  Knowing Ungoing

 

There cannot be something apart from This,   

from Oneness.  

The story of a person goes.

The story of everything goes. 

  

Existence is experienced 
but the separation is gone. 

Things are just taking place.

Life goes on but without the belief 
in the story of separation.

It scares the hell.....

What are we without our story?

Without a story what becomes most obvious?:

Life is empty,  plain,  simple and terribly boring.
Simply perceptions noticed by no one.

And it scares the hell out of most of us.



Emptiness swallowing up the story of a me.

What is left of this figure,  this person with
a history,  a future,  a personality?:

Nothing at all,
Nothing at all is left.

It is as if a tight fist opening up
Allowing
No grasping
Not wanting things to be different.
And noticing that without a story
Life just is..

In this Isness of Life
without the story, 
meaning without the person,
there is no separation between 
perceptions and the perceiver.

Full Empty 
perceiving going on

By no one..

Dancing Mountain

Is there any certainty?
What do we know for sure?
Is there anything in our lives stable
or constant?

Apparently everything is in motion.
Cells in our bodies are formed and
die in their millions every second.

Whatever we perceive is in a process of change.

Even a mountain so solid and unmovable is dancing.
Pushed up by eruptions and continental plates 
it is in the process of getting bigger.
Or through erosion is reducing in size 
before our undiscerning eyes.


To find security in the world is a mirage.
The only constant is change.


And what about That which notices those changes?

What is looking, noticing?

Who are you?


Untouched.

Everpresent.

?

Benevolence

The benevolence of this Perspective,
of what is.
The touching seeing knowing of
All that is.

A color green/blue/red overwhelms.
The heart wrenching story of a friend.
The touch of a crayon on a paper.
The movement of a hand.
A ray of sunlight
dancing on a knee.

Tears in one's eyes
for everything 
for nothing.

The unbearable openness of being
and knowing no other way to be.

total vulnerability
availability

Emptiness