have you noticed
conversations are made of
percepts and concepts..
assumptions abound
that these 'cepts
define our lives and
the lives of others..

campfire tales
grammar school grammar
science's standard model
those wedding vows
all of these reinforce
said assumptions..
and most would say
of the above:
yes..so far so good..!

yet there is that
quiet one in the back
who has not spoken..
that one observes
the play of assumptions..
how the assumptions
cloud a hidden freedom
which is shared by all..
Are you that one...?

first
is the infinite field
unbroken and eternal..
this is the silence
before the sound..
then
this permanence
breaking with sound
yet not broken
as sounds
come forth appearing
as notes..shaped by
curling and uncurling
of that which  
is still silent...

history has assumed
time and space
houses the past..
the activities examined
in unending research..

this assumption
is a mind construct
a self-imposed limitation
hiding a fuller and fruitful
truth..

history is dawning
as temporary shaping of
Awareness just now..
bypassing at last
that assumed confinement
in time and space..

history is upending...!

knowing our luminous self
renders all else as commentary..
story is then recognized as story
and the facts in the morning paper
whatever their favor or disfavor
become simply a part of the story..

this recognition of our luminosity
is a gateway to freedom..
a gateway for which we have
searched..perhaps until this morning..
a gateway in plain sight..hidden only
by our immersion in story...

religion is a garment
is it not..?
although its roots
may lie deep in memory
it is wearable today..
as I see it
very often the
garment gains import
and that which houses
diminishes in scale..
in other words
religion only flourishes
when its housing
shines with knowing
that all garments
can only express
what shines within..

there is a battle..however subtle
which rages within each of us..
battle lines are drawn by frustration
over failure to find more than temporary
peace..in the seeming reality of this world..

disappointment claims to be the reward
for skirmishes fairly engaged and won..
it is reported  that our disappointment
is a spy which observes our maneuvers
and watches for opportunities to whisper:

your strategies are futile..
when the spy suggests surrender as
the only workable plan..we resist and
return to our tents..to refresh and reset
our aims.. promising conquest ahead..

but the spy  also persists with her
ready advice..as victories and losses
do not end in declarations of peace..
it seems the world awaits our attention
to the soft whisper of the spy...

is marked for
independence
and identity
and birth..

1776 and counting..
an identity of separation
which has claimed our
treasure and allegiance..

prideful citizens
music and fireworks
have shaped romantic
imaginings of the
magical 4th..
a day which lingers
pleasantly in memories..

until sometimes
a quiet doubt
nudges and retreats..
and nudges...

"there is only what is happening"

this is the teaching;
what the senses sense
NOW
is the whole shebang..

happening dissolves
the solidity of our
persistent illusion..

happening
not a noun..but a verb:
the momentary dancing
of experience..

seemingly
entering and departing
what is known as
Awareness..

More..
happening is
what we are:
Awareness dancing...

here is a message
that will reply to
your shortage of time~~
if you are looking
for fulfillment via
a step-by-step road
and find temporary
uplifts along your way
but your wish is for
a permanent arrival~~
there is a road by
which you can go
and find you have
already arrived~~!
just stop!  and recognize
how all of your roads
have many destinations
named: Nowhere~~~!

the simplicity
of drawing attention
to that which lies
between the lines
and words of story
is forgiveness..
nothing more..
the mind is inept
however frantic its
search..as story reigns..
while forgiveness glows
in the gaps...

forgotten
by our religion
we have avoided
this channel to truth..
it is a direct channel
not impeded by tenets
and teachings which
veil that which
is obscured..
there is a fear
perhaps
which holds the
veil in place..
a glimpse plus
some courage
and we are pushed..
recognizing Peace...

schedules arise within
time's seeming presence..
placed with  projections
of time's spacial future..

our freedom is at stake
as the schedule separates
and controls..

until we recognize
these thoughts and
projections are all
made of the
Wax of our Being...

My name is Legion
for we are many..
Many of my names are yours
and yours mine..
We live with clouded visions
named by outworn beliefs
and mistaken identities..
We desperately need
to  pierce the clouds
to discover the glowing
of  peace and grace lying
hidden behind our names..
Those pigs might assist...!

beginnings
and endings
mark our momentary
thoughts and perceptions..
passing through
we observe these
temporary visitations..

but who among us
asks of the medium
for these passages.?
whatever the medium
it seems to be
quietly expressing
what is permanent..

and..
noticing our medium
yields eternal benefit:
experiencing ourselves
as peace and joy...

thoughts outworn
beliefs outworn
paradigms outworn
these are kindling
for a fire at the
core of our being..
the fire is ever lit
and ready for
burning to ashes
all that lingers
too long
cluttering our
knowing of
who we are...

Yes..Lethe
the river of forgetfulness
from the land of myth..
Today it is a
poetic name for our
forgetfulness at birth
with a life-long wish
to remember our
inner teacher..
We may have
many teachers which
help and hinder..
unpredictable
the effect of either..
We await
an experience simple
which clears final brush
and we remember
the teacher long hidden
in our forgetfulness...

First we identify thoughts
as thoughts..perceptions as
perceptions..
we observe these experiences
as though from a distance..noting
with interest and indifference
the temporary shaping of ourself
in which all experience arises..
Thereby..we recognize ourselves
as constant meditators
whether in quiet or turmoil..
Not what
we do this morning
again on the morrow..

Creation happens
when the words
come from Silence
and the poet
recognizes
her words express
the Silence
from which they
spring...

Words
interrupt the
sacred Silence
naming the particles
appearing before us..
creating a world
out there..

Before
the interruptions
Silence
formed and colored
itself from
within itself
never departing
from its glowing
seamlessness..

Thus
we see
words as engines
of creation..
creating the illusion
of the dream world
we all know..
a dream unending
until..on a sunny morn
we awaken...!

Paradigms have
shifted
and replaced
thought-built edifices
which no longer house
our searching lives..

We search
for understanding
for happiness..
for a paradigm
of new thoughts
to fulfill..

History observes
past visions of earth
in old paradigms:
thoughts serving
and departing
as anachronisms..

Dysfunction
in our time
invites a Paradigm
which boldly burns
all thoughts of
separation..

Beliefs
and illusions
many centuries old
burn as we recognize
what we Already are
and Always have been...!

trying to explain:
all is vibration
yet appears as a
myriad of things..
those many things
seem unquestioned as
the reality we face
today..

the myriad
has in common
simply a vibration..
as this oneness flares
in our minds
wounds seem healed
with the insight:
leaves and flowers
do not vibrate..
we do..!

case closed..?
perhaps not yet..
there is a fire
at the core of
what is above said..
a fire inviting
our surrender and
burning of another
bridge to no-where...

this imagined side
claims a reality its own..
the claim comes from  
searching for that
which persists as Light..

searching dark places
of fear and desire
and in resistance to a
quiet Call..

as the search extends
perhaps with pause for
a dark night of the soul
it may at last be recognized:

the Call has persisted in all
my days..as my tears
dissolve a search now
ending...

there is a Sameness
in the many colorful
expressions of Grace..
within and as Grace come
the man on the donkey
the sounds of shouting
the voices of caution
and the quiet stones..
Grace as your Wholeness
expresses...

the mind
is a forgetting..

now in springtime
a robin gains attention
bringing the mind to focus
and perhaps to compare
this harbinger of warmth
with the chill times passing..

this is Nature's movie
and we willing actors:
expecting the robin
as temporary and
soon to depart..

yet the robin reminds
as it has before
that the robin and we
are made of
Nature's infinity
never departing...

Paradigms Shifting

rubber meets
the road..
spinning vibrations..
material science
seems as commanding
answering our need
to gather together
closing the distance..

fossil fumes
heat and pollute
our living space..
new vibrations
quantum science
gathering together
instant messaging
through no distance..

Paradigms Shifting...