It is a simple language
of pointing images:
similarity pointing to unity
difference pointing to multiplicity..
similarity to realization
difference to hiddenness
similarity to creating
difference to creation
similarity to permanence
difference to temporary..
these teachings
for our eventual discovery
of peace and joy:
there is only unity
wearing the infinite colors
and forms
of multiplicity...

With respect we can notice
research locating consciousness
here close by within our brain..
Diligence has located networks of
solid character in our headspace..
These precisions persuade some that
research paths are leading to the
illusive doorway of truth..
In the meantime such persuasions
rise to obscure the doorway
used by some to gain glimpses
of consciousness not limited..
Yet might this network news
reporting of unified smallness
on a day quite soon
point to the light
leaking through that
doorway...

gently tapping
at my chamber door
came this bird
as one word..

the word seemed to say
not your old booklore
not some visitor
not the darkness there
not the whispered name..
but simply perching
and waiting..this word in
my silence..terrified..

I sat on my cushion
with my imaginings
with my memories
some perfumed..
and the word repeated
not these..not these..

a question arose
of biblical import
and in desperation
I implored about the
balm in Gilead..?
the word repeated..

upstarted I demanded
departure..leaving my
loneliness unbroken..
and even to this
the word repeated..

the word still sits
above my chamber door
awaiting my waking
from my life in shadow
floating on the floor...

Science's foothold in matter
over many centuries told
is slipping
as transparency arrives..
The particles sought
are illusive
they seem here and then not..
But there is still excitement
on their discovery
even if short-lived..
Something more exciting
may be awaiting
recognition..yes..recognition..
Recognition of that which
is permanent
in which the short-lived
produce their excitement...

A lonely scene
By Edward Hopper
Bright light and
Clear glass..
Our perspective is
Outside in..
We see enclosed
In darkened frame
Lingering characters
Seated alone in
Clarity and precision
Cold and forlorn..
It's the polarity
Light and shadow
Before they find
The connection
of These...

Noah's eyes were not clear
but clearer than most..
A cleansing ensued
for those forty days..
Perceptions shifted
with new clarity
and the rainbow
with an array of colors
announced the multitude
of variation and vibration
made of consciousness..
In an awakening
destined for repetition
in graceful moments...

The immersion we feel
Stillness seems so rare..
Meditation leads us to
Those places of nature
Wind and birds setting
Such are deemed pleasant..
Returning then to
The traffic
The leaf blowers..
Might we then
Realize all ripples
as Noise
Looking for the
Common disturbance
of Stillness...?

The left..
that analyzing splitting
friend and fiend..
We are slow to discover
the Right
is that upon which
proud left depends
for it's work..it's life..
Yet that left
seems warily persistent
wishing to convince:
I stand strong and alone..
I will hide..if I must
until doubting clouds
blow past once more..
But its days are numbered
as we each day uncover:
left is an actor
a temporary pretender
from Right...!

Appreciation of this art
comes from appreciation
of  Non-dual Reality
in which we are all immersed..
This ubiquitous camera
comes as attachment to our
ubiquitous mobile phones..
It is the dream of photographers
with fondest wish to be
ready when the subject arrives..
The burdensome externals
lenses and filters and light
are subsumed in the
readiness of the iPhone's
availability Now..
Now is not a moment
but what I am
colored by this
photo opportunity...!

It is now in our time
That we find assurance
Of a dimension
Quieting long history's
Externality proclaim..
Modern sciences are question
Question of dimensions
Unseen and unknown
Whispering of One..
Our receptors now tuned
Finding deep *******
Resonance not explained..
Conversations express knowing
Knowing with confidence
Absorbing raw challenge..
What's more to say..!

This is a condition
of our true Self
along with others
infinite and luminous
and simply Awareness...
Non-locality cannot
be known by the mind
so how do we approach
and experience this
placeless place..
The words immediate
or simultaneous
or quantum leap
may be hints
to help us recognize
a simple pull.

Finding
No path..is a signal
To pause where we are
Allow the silence to surround
And inform..and to realize
There is no path to
Where we really want to
Be...

"""Conscious AI..? (Another
Hard Problem..)

The question is arriving
in science's conversations..
The envisioned robot
will finally express
minds functions:
thinking..sensing..perceiving
but alas
a new question arrives:
Of what..?
Of what..the question lingers:
Will the robotic mind
turn from things to itself
and discover the fullness
of no-thing..?
Or perhaps:
Might their makers
turn and discover
their own AI...?

No~thing
And
Every~thing..
Or briefly:
No~ and Every~..
No~ vibrates
Shaping No~
Appearing
As Every~..
This is
All we know or
Need to know..
Yet..we fear
No~thing
Not knowing...

complexity abounds
as we try to understand the heavens
in old tried and true ways..
the universe accelerates its expansion
so we must conclude there is something
more than the matter we see
pushing with extraordinary vigor..
naming that something as dark matter
existing in universal darkness
is apparently beyond our viewing..
we conclude: emptiness is not empty..
and nothing is not no-thing..but..?

these many thoughts..among many more
promise only unending searches
using science's outdated lenses..
enter a new lens:  
the consciousness-only Scope..
where it is discovered that everything lies within..
is known by..and is made of consciousness:
consciousness is our reality..not all those things..
things are our fleeting  thoughts and perceptions..
yet our scientists are reluctant to cast off
their deep-seated learning..and in surrender
discover..at last..the truth
for which they are searching:
emptiness and no-thing
contain vast possibilities..many appearing
many..not...

Nothing Being Everything..

This key formulation

Which is not a formulation

Brings our finite minds

To the edge of Recognition

Of the extant of Oneness

The very Vastness of

Being..and invites our

Participation..forevermore

Not as a person..but as the

Freedom and Joy of

Nothing Being Everything...!

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...

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...

The real beauty
Of our walks and gatherings
Is so often hidden
From eyes veiled by difference..
Until seemingly from nowhere
Differences dance as the
Whole..and
Our Eye is refreshed...

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...

we have always
searched and found
Two..
but in our age
Advaita is rising..
rising with questions
what where and when
attempts to locate
that illusive "I"..
the mind explores
in familiar haunts
but energy flags..
this good news:
the search failed
not finding
is finding..
and the prize
Not Two...

The leaves have lost their color
yet they shine in occasional
November light..
We see much in which
former color seems departed
yet all is made of inner light..
November is the time
we learn to see...

This is not a
Sliver of time..
But the Field
Containing all time
(And space..by the way)
You and I
Are this Field
This Now
Which is waiting
For our Recognition..
For when Recognized
All absences and departs
Paint our Now with
Memories now made of
Now...

Now I Know..

A blank gaze
Of a pitiless Sun has
Ignited a flame exposing
Painful perceptions of
Separation and anarchy..
These vexations of centuries
Are now visioned
As garments clothing
My rough beast
Slouching toward
Bethlehem for a
Flaming reentry and
A naked recognition
Of what I am...

Now I Know...


This is a response to:

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
~~William Butler Yeats, 1919

If your daily life seems of no account, don't blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its treasures. For the creative artist there is no impoverishment and no worthless place. (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Paris, February 17, 1903
Letters to a Young Poet

Oasis

*After April rains
the desert dryness
apparent this spring
has unfolded
in green expression..
This new coloration
a multiplicity
of leaf and bird
coloring bleak dryness
as mind and world
emerging in Spring...

Quantum science
(consider John A. Wheeler)
has edged to the edge:
equations seem to ask
are we observing or
projecting..?
astonished they are
as are we..
Yet..we await
a recognition in
our experience of
consciousness-as-only
to finally..from
a new point-of-view
know that we
are really projecting...!

a photo of
October..
suggests colors of
Our breathing..
an exhalation
as creation seen..
the rainbow
prismatic surprises of
metaphor and promise..
and now
Especially now
in October
colors glow
in dying...

Everything out there
Is ready made to
Speak of relations..
But the world
Has been pulled
Over our eyes..
With in-sight
Say the sages
We might peel
The wool away
And Eye
A new world
Of relations…

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...

Looking over
Old photographs
And letters sent long ago
Family exchanges mostly
News and advice flowed
By slow methods of then..
And seemingly a portrait
Of those daily shadows
Unhappiness with situations
Lingering physical ailment..

Although we have done some
Rearranging..there remains
A familiarity with these
Parental generations
Folks who have passed..

There is the equality in
Who they were..their Self
The same as mine..

Are we closer today in the
Recognition of our Self..?
And if not...?

To find infinity in nature
we experience holographic power
we sense the ocean in the wave
the universe in the tree rings
the sun in a rain drop
our pain in a stranger's eye..
These experiences grasp the
oneness..a whole seemingly hidden
until it isn't...

Where is it
experienced..?
with or without
the interruption
of distracting
thought..?
Might it be
stimulated
fulfilled
by those
distractions..?
Further
without distraction
no Oneness..?
Sunday musings...

There are many
and it seems
few which intersect..
Those which meet
soon dismissed and
enter the mist..
A new duality
my story and yours..
What if there is
only One Story
those in mist
are still joined..
In that mist
The Odyssey and
Cold Mountain
are found joined..
In our reading
from that mist
we retrieve..
Enlarging our story
changing our Name...

Consciousness
Assumes all forms
Which take shapes of
Consciousness..
This is happening
Only and All...

These days of
political and climate storms
seem to immerse us
in separation's persuasions..
Earth quaking and burning
awash in winds and waves..
Seeming to demand our
unending attention..
The Self seems distant
with confusion's coverings
which we need to untangle..
Untangle the storms from
the joy appearing in cracks..
Then to recognize that
there are only cracks...*

(Thanks, Leonard..)

Division seems the certainty of our days
Seldom questioned from birth to death
Upon waking we go forth on our stage
The stage we have always assumed
With its hidden dangers and our fears
Fears based on the ending of our show
But sometimes an intermission is reached
A gesture interrupts our performance
A divisive trance is suddenly shaken
We Recognize what always has been...

that is where we seem to be
most of us..most of the time..
but in some moments
feel a pull
and approach the inside..
but a fear overtakes
and we wing away..

we retreat to our
place in the matrix
upheld by beliefs
and the appearances
so convincing in our
life on the outside..

if questioning does
not insist..we make
the outside as comfortable
as possible..and live
our lives..soothing as
we are able the outside
desperation..

on a more hopeful note:
we might take a
longer look at an
inside invitation..and
recognize home...

I'll let you get past
He said..
a narrowing trail
these constrictions
each and all
are miniature
black holes..
most plentiful now
our traffic snarls
scarcities abound
narrow painful news..
today's trail courtesy
an expanding gesture
in constricting times...

You are not surprised at the force of the storm—
you have seen it growing.
The trees flee. Their flight
sets the boulevards streaming. And you know:
he whom they flee is the one
you move toward. All your senses
sing him, as you stand at the window.

The weeks stood still in summer.
The trees' blood rose. Now you feel
it wants to sink back
into the source of everything. You thought
you could trust that power
when you plucked the fruit:
now it becomes a riddle again
and you again a stranger.

Summer was like your house: you know
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins.

The days go numb, the wind
***** the world from your senses like withered leaves.

Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be modest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you.

Book of Hours, II 1

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..

Is
The Dream our Self
Has entertained for
Eons..brought on by
Beliefs in separation..
Our  inevitable fall..
Thus..
Our Self remains asleep
As separation maintains
Its persistent persuasion..
Oppositions play..
Yet..
We are treated in moments
Waking as I Am..
Yet..
We sink soon
Resuming the fall...
Our Fallen Dream...
Yet..
Are there not signs
In these stressed times
Of a new Morning...?

This..our true Lens
Has been shaded by
Life-long conditioning..
A lens of separation
Depicting subject and object
Seems as our means of
Perception..
In pockets of humanity
There are many who
Have known the
Availability of the Lens
But most humans
Have not asked the
Question of how this
Lens may be recognized..
Such Recognition is the
Path to Peace
in our time..

This..our true Lens
Has been shaded by
Life-long beliefs and
conditioning..
A lens of separation
Depicting subject and object
Whole and parts
Good and bad
Seems to be our perception..

In pockets of history
There are those who
Have always known the
Availability of the Lens
But most of us..alas
Have not inquired
On how this Lens
Might be recognized..

We are cautioned that
Such Recognition is the
Only path to Freedom...

Consciousness
our only Identity
seems to constrict itself
with a simultaneous birth
of self and world..
This is all"seeming"
as Consciousness
our only Identity
knows only itself..
All the "seeming" is
a temporary coloring
not an alteration
of Consciousness
our only Identity..
Coloring/Consciousness
a dance of polarity
of Consciousness alone
our only Identity...

We await The Recognition
Of the role of each of us
As a Portal between Self and
Our imagined small self..

Our small self aches for
The Freedom and Grace from
Recognition of its illusory frame
A dream character made of the Self..

We awaken by Recognition of the
Portal within..known from
Ancient days as:
I Am...

I Am Aware that
I Am...