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CharlesC Jul 2020
This is the default
When complexities bind..
The knowing of
The Placeless place
Eternally transparent
Where separation dissolves
And a surge of Joy
With new Understanding
Wipes our slate clean...
CharlesC Jul 2020
Religions
Ask for it..
But more
We ask for it..
We want
Clarity of contrast
Eye chart truth..
We were educated
That way..
Until one day
We find the Freedom
Of fuzziness..
And then we find
The Freedom of
Contrast...
CharlesC Jul 2020
The mind resists
What seems to be
An entryway into
Emptiness
The cloak of Fullness..
Fear pulls us back
Into comfy norms of
What we know so well..
And that seems the end
For many explorers..
The leap not taken..
But the invitation
Remains..in a
Blooming flower
A sideward glance or
A crushing defeat...
CharlesC Jul 2020
Let the distractions lie..
Know they are also made
Of that which we truly Are..
But for now..there is need
To surrender and quietly
Taste the Purity and the
Transparency of that which
We originally Are..before
The distractions seemed to
Direct our paths through
Circuitous and frustrating
Byways...
CharlesC Jul 2020
This old biblical tale
Dreamlike in the telling
Could well be
Our own dream..
Events and places
Abruptly appear and
Dissolve..
Dream opponents
Philistines and a giant
Appear and fade..
But what remains..?
The Grace of Namaste
(Jonathan and David)..
Which we Recognize
As we awaken from
Our own fitful Dream...


(See 1 Samuel: 18-23)
CharlesC Jul 2020
Whether we know or not
Our experience is always
Spontaneous..
Our Moment is shaped
And colored
And expresses
Always..our Self..yet
Our minds leap to separate
And label..rendering
False impressions of  Self..
Allowing our minds to
Leap unnoticed
Takes us from Home on
More and more journeys..while
Reecognition of Home comes
On one Spontaneous
Journey...!
CharlesC Jul 2020
Who are we..
This seeming person
Doing that which we
Seem to be doing
In this moment..?
Do we see
That "seeming" is our
Ticket to Recognize
Ourself as character
And ourSelf as Stage...?
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