Thursday, January 3, 2013
Absurdly content
A deep pink orange sky
Mosquitos zoom in,
looking for bare skin.
Dishes and cutlery
cling and clang in the neighbors house.
One side effect of this perspective
is the lack of anxiety about imperfection.
The lack of tension.
Of wanting things to be different.
There is an absurd contentment a lot of the time.
Of course life is throwing its interesting
titbits in this open empty space.
Last week through misunderstanding and
mistrust from someone i got threatened
to have some thugs come and beat me up.
She said:
I know where you live and work. We will come after you.
Very interesting to see what happens when
these words were uttered.
Fear, anxiety and shrinking came through.
And then to see that these are words and ideas
and have nothing to do with what is real.
Seeing that what one is cannot be touched.
Confronting the situation full on.
No choice in that,
as there is no separation
and no one who is separate.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
as if no time has passed..
Yesterday
after an absence of more than year
the peacock showed up.
As if no time has passed.
Sitting on the terrace wall
soft tockling noises
peeking through the kitchen window:
When will the food come.?
A piece of dry bread.
And off he comes
clumsy and quick.
In the late noon sun
An explosion of blue green hue
pecking at a crust
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Unconcerned
Early morning, every day,
a lone babbler pecks furiously at its reflection
on the stainless steel container of the solar water heater.
Pecking, flapping its wings, and high sounding shrieks.
At war with its image.
Its sisters ( they are commonly called the Seven Sisters )
fly, glide, and babble unconcerned.
They do not find fault with themselves and/or the world.
( which is the same in any case )
The simplicity of this perspective is so amazing,
that it seems silly to even open your mouth and say something.
Or sit in front of a laptop and write something about it.
Its too obviously just here,
Just all there is.
The direct cognition
without interpretation
ever present.
Stop in your tracks and look.
This is It.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
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