When we observe
The human experience
As a roller coaster
Times in the loft
Times in the shade..

A question shouts
How to remain
In the loft..?
Until a whisper
Time creates a
Masquerade which
You have attended..

The shade has always
Disguised the loft...

Apparently
We all need to inquire
Today or tomorrow
Earlier is better some say
The question in question
Points to current beliefs
Of who we are or
Of the river or mountain
Or of traffic jams
Questions galore
But the one Answer
We must recognize
Lies hidden in each
Question...

We are immersed in stories
Until it seems to most
The story is real and I
Am a character in the story..

Yes..however
What if we were told
that a story must be recognized
as a story..?

And recognizing story as story
Is the key to the Freedom
You have been seeking
Until now
But only if...

Old and grain bare
Weather beaten
A touch of sadness
Claiming attention just now

Seeming to say
Focus on me..just me
I have been here for years
Noticed and unnoticed

All objects seem assertive
Declaring their independence
Alone in that outer world
With a history and future

Until I Recognize
This fleeting appearance
In the fictitious out there
A wave denying the ocean...

Do you notice
the blank space
above..?

The words
you are reading
diminish
the message
above..

Here are
more words and
more
diminishment..

You are invited
to erase the
words and
Return...

This is
the mind obstacle
That those on the path
Find tough to encounter..
Some continue on a bypass
Over and around..

Others gently penetrate
The toughness itself
Gazing around
Finding intense coloring
But no diminishing of
Wholeness by that
Threatening something..

Returning to the bypass
These others are routed
Directly to knowing
That which they and
Everything are
Uncolored and Infinite..

These are two paths to
Uncover the Joy that
Seemed to be hiding
Until now...

I often wonder
if snowflakes feel
themselves falling
or if the world
simply
rises among them.