worried
holders of power
use their wile
their walls and wire to
separate and discourage..
we are waiting  
each of us..to
waken as wise..
and to know that
wile and wall and wire
cannot separate
the knowing of grace
which when known
lights another
path home...

Lydia in Purple

She was extraordinary

As a business woman

Purple cloth her trade..

With an exploring bent to

Uncover her real Self..

A "god-fearer" she

Wrapped herself in

Oneness..and we're told

The Apostle entered

Her story..and discovered

Their common Home...

(See Acts 16..)

working hard
fishing not catching..
tired and downcast..
yields this morning to
a journey inward

experiencing
deeper waters:
our real identity
beyond old beliefs
at last recognized..

before recognition
we find burdens of
beliefs of separation (sin)
fishing not catching
searching not finding..
experiencing now
the peace and joy  
and the abundance
of our own
deeper waters..

the journey inward
now becomes outward
carrying new identity:
I am every-thing..
journeying forth now
finding deeper waters
in all the world...
Namaste..!

There is awakening:

The joy of finding..at last

Our true Self..the expansive

Newness which has

Poked and prodded so long..

But apparently remaining

Are naps of forgetting

Which induce the sleep we

Once endured..until

A new remembering

Whisks heavy eyelids...

Disturbances..
There are these
We know..and they present
Opportunities for separation
To assert once more..to
Claim our self..
Yet..on second glance..
These might Lighten our
Attention toward That
In which they swim..
Springing gratitude
For a discovery again
Of infinite worth...

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...!

Getting someplace..
Here seems distant from there..
There appeals so we prepare
To go there..
Perhaps there is not geography
But a wish for something more
Again we prepare a journey to
Where our light may be brighter..

Consider:
Here and there are not distant
If we dwell only in Now..
Here and there then show up
As passerbys..dressed in garb
Of here and there..inside
A stable and joyful Now...

1.
Looking around
We see things
Some seem permanent
Others seem temporary..
All seems relative..
So what..?
What else is new..?

2.
This may be new:
Consciousness is all
With nothing outside..
Permanence is all and the
Temporary lies within..
And Truth be told:
Permanence  is  
Temporarily at rest...

To the surfer
The wave requires
Her immediate attention..
To balance forces
Which may result in
Swimming not surfing..

Each morning we arise
To catch a wave..
Wishing that we might
Ride the crest today..
Some days it seems so
But others no..

Then the Recognition
Perhaps when crestfallen
We notice the enormity
Of the ocean within which our
Ocean-wave claims attention..
And at last..we are Free...

A suspicion arises

Perhaps from a book

Or a voice..or a review

Of a lifetime..Or none

Of these..perhaps

A quiet time with

Everything shelved for

A delicious moment..

Allowing Nothing to

Dawn..with a glance

At the shelf..recognizing

Nothing as Dreaming...

Is
The Recognition of
Our true Identity..
An Identity
Which does not
Depend on anything
External to that
Which precedes and
Penetrates all that we
Know and do...

Thoughts fill our days
Rising always and we
Allow them..questioning
Their makeup and merit..
Settling on a yes or no
And the truth seemingly
Is born..
We seem to forget
Truth never is born when
Thought is the cradle..
Truth arrives with a
Thought's dissolving
Departure...

a poem enters
is recorded and exits..
recorded Now..and
in readings afterward
the reading colors the Now
but not in the colors
of the recorded poem..
yet both the
writing and reading
express the
ever-present Now...

The ego rises
And Awareness fades
Some might say departs..
And suffering enters as the
Ego becomes fearful
Its freedom diminished..

This is our main story
A story of our
False identity
Searching for freedom
Where it cannot be found..

Then with fortune
We Recognize Ourselves
Made of the freedom we
Had so earnestly sought..
The ego retreats
Dissolving in our
Infinite Identity...

Thy will be done...

We are attracted to stuff
Because of their stealth
To make us happy..alas
A happiness short-lived..
One day after many tours
Many failed promises
We stand still and a Vastness
Of happiness drops upon us
From nowhere at all..and
We know it has ever been so..
We recognize that all of those
Early ventures were also this
Vastness gently coaxing...

We like to remove what seems
Blocking our view..clutter..
Moving one thing aside so
To better see another..
We exercise this preference
And reinforce our belief
In life's separations..
Bringing ancient suffering..
Until a dawning recognition:
Suffering is a hint from
Grace..a gentle prompt:
See that your Seeing
Is always uncluttered...

Our return

To our original Abundance

Unfettered by conditioning

Which we accumulate in

Schooling..which creates

The maskings of what is

Real..and simultaneously

Creates ups and downs

Which we assume are what

We must know and accept..

Meanwhile~~

Desperation tugs..begs for

Our return...

The forest dresses in
Towers of darkness
Veiling light which birthed
Its many beginnings..never
Sleeping..Knowing of this...

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...

A spreading of
Pandemic uneasiness
And my dream projected
My uneasiness..as
Familiar faces in
Unfamiliar places and a
Dream insistence that
This is not a dream..
At least..not this time..not
These circumstances..however
Strange..
Then the waking shock that
This dream too..was a dream..
I had been fooled once more..

Suspicions have arisen
In times past..that our joys
And sufferings..are short
Stories..entering and leaving..
Scripts for the character we
Seem to be..so might the
Pandemic be the story
Which..at last..finds us in
Serious inquiry..to discover
The Dreamer within...?

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...

In this season of the year
we hear many expressions
noticing the passage of time..
The year disappeared
and we are unaware how
time seemed to melt
as we send our greetings
for the new year..

Our experience of the frailty
of time may be
an experience of truth..
That time is not more
than a thought or assumption
appearing from time to time.. ( :) )
which in an ancient deception
claims a sequence..making sense
of our voyage from birth to death..

Yet back to our seasonal experience
we  glimpse something seamless
a momentary vanishing of time
which might bring to each of us
the real Joy of the season...

We are attuned
Conditioned
To believe there are always
Priorities in life..That we need
Be most watchful to settle on the
Important this moment..Until
One day we discover the flaw
In all this:
Focus on importance
Doubles down once more
On attuned separation
Delaying once again
A glimpse or more of
What has always been
Unconditioned...

Apparently
Our way of looking
Tells each of us
Who we are in
This moment..

Inward..no thing
Shows up..Outward
All things show up..

Apparently
We need to recognize:
Inward reveals
The Eye which is not
Discarded with our
Outward gaze..

Start with Grace

As All in All..

Then we know

Perhaps for the

Very first time:

"Do not judge"

Is a Knowing of

Grace..as the

Admonition itself

Resides as Grace...

Conditioning

Is what we all

Carry along with us..

All of those boundaries

And attitudes toward

What confines and frees..

Then to discover..or not

That Freedom is overlooked

In our life as lived...

This is a mystery

Until we Know

Nothing is also

Something..without

Seams..An appearance

Of nothing as something

Is our Dream and

Our Liberation...

suffering
seems unexplainable
and raises the old question:
why the divine allowing..

but hidden
at the source of spiritual ways
is a remedy..
yet the profound simplicity is
such that seekers shy away..

mistaken identity informs:
we believe we are a portion
not the whole..and this alone
seeds our suffering..

the seed disapproves of
how it is right now..and
plans an escape to distract..
such is life lived as portion..

the seed suffers
until it finds the glitch
which impedes the
healing it seeks..

diving into the suffering
reveals our wholeness
and roots out the belief
in life lived as portion..

Are inviting
And seem to lure us
To the other side..
The luring comes from
A well conditioned sense
That there is always
Something new to explore..
History tells us that
This is so..and is
Apparently the intent
Of many each morning
To add a new chapter..
That is..until we discover
That where we were
On this side of the
Gateway..offered as much
Sufficiency and Peace
As that other side..

The Experience:

I Am

Without clinging things

No objects attached..

Why continue..?

All has already

Been said...

Which are Names
Naming all things..
And we are free
To choose our Names..

Basho chooses:
Flower and Moon..
Everything is beauty
And named Flower..and
Everything is truth
And named Moon..

What would be
Your 2 choices...?


“There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.”

― Matsuo Basho

The Vow

Ruth and Naomi
Embraced the Grace of
Their common Self..
The one Self within
Which all journeys
Take place..and so
Ruth famously vowed
To go where you go and
Stay where you stay..
This wedding promise
Pointed to a Vastness
Unfolding into those
Religious stories which
We know so well..

(See the Book of Ruth)

The self which

Is a character in the Dream

Of the Self..

Plays her role..believing

This is life..!  This is it..!

Joy is recognized when the

Self awakens to recognize

ItSelf..

In this chaotic time our

Awakening is the

Elixir of Life...!!!

Conspiracy Theories..

The assumption at the core

Is that of separation..

And fear of the unknown..

An unknown that towers

As a threat to our peace..

Good versus evil..and

Believers and non-believers..

Small crumbs of truth

Coincide and confirm..

Large proofs of denial

Paradoxically align..

The cure..?

Simply a Self-Inquiry

Of thoughts and perceptions

To allow: the Recognition of

Self as Truth..

small and green
likely a ****
appearing in a bed of rocks..
standing out and inviting
two different paths..
a pulling to restore
the rockbed purity
or..imagining a life
with struggle arriving
reflecting this morning sun..
we are all such a ****
needing recognition as
Sunlight reflecting
Sun...

This is the duality..the

Separation..which serves

To comfort those searching

For meaning..in what seems..

We search and stumble and

Search more to fill that

Interminable gap..

A lifetime of searching..?

Apparently the Truth eludes..

Until a calm or stormy day

Arrives..and Nothing

Introduces Itself as

Everything...

I Am..

For those of the Jesus

Persuasion:

What was the simple teaching..?

Which is shared Perennially

With all traditions..

We tend to jump to the words

Which follow the two above..

Until we realize these two

Are critical to discover our

True Identity:

I Am...

From the hilltop

We observe our

Searching paths:

Winding and tortuous..

So to recognize

That the hilltop

Is not a place

But What we Are..

In which our paths:

Winding and tortuous

We have trod...

Lenses

The lenses we use

Delineate and separate..

Let us imagine:

Our lenses

As vital for our vision

Without which..blurring

And uncertainty

Become our world..

Losing our lenses would

Likely bring fears untold..

Yet..might the blurring

Turn our attention

Inward..so to know

Who we Are..and the

Fleeting nature of all

Which seems outside...?

habits are ingrained
and return
after recognition and
understanding of the faulty
claims of separation..which
we have assumed so long..
slipping back to the habits
of belief..the identities
of occupation and religion
and many more..
vigilant we must be 24/7
to return and rest in what
is always True...

'Tis the season
Remembering the time
Santa brought us a
Withering disappointment..
Duped by a hoax
Perpetrated by a culture..

Bringing a vow
Not to be duped again
To see reality as seen
Out there and verifiable
Ending all questions..

That is until
In a later chapter
After edging in pain
Questions finally arise
Which dissolve in
The Happiness we are,,

And old Santa
In a new guise
Rides with his reindeer
Once more...

**! **! **!
Merry Chrsitmas..!!

Can tell us who we are

And who we are not..

Our conventional minds

See mirrored-objects:

That's me..!

(Yesterday..today..tomorrow..)

However..

To the Self..the mirror itself

And the appearances are

Fleeting images of

Seeming separation..yet

Simultaneously:

Nothing/everything...