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CharlesC Dec 2013
Glaucoma had
Covered the earth
And their eyes
This shadowed matrix..
A Road remained
And a Map
And a Fire within..
They knew now of
A pendulum swing
A vacuum crunch
This black hole..
They had awakened
In their dream..

And with lucidity
Did they recognize
No catastrophe this
Evil was expressed in
This shadowed matrix
Yet born in Light..
Light also issued:
The Road and Map
Each other Entire
Brook trout carrying
A Code of life
Declarations of good
The Mystery..

Thus Our surprise
No catastrophe sudden..
Grounded in life is
This shadowed matrix..
We might awaken
Knowing at last
Good guys are alive
With hidden Light..
The child found
As each of us must
Love never dies
And in so knowing
Each is the One…
With gratitude for
Cormac McCarthy's
The Road
CharlesC Aug 2020
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...
CharlesC Nov 2018
Trees are the permanent
the eternal
which we forget
in our hastiness..
our identity lost
the objects of life
stand forth claiming
special reverence..
until once more
the tree experience
states our permanence
in which our lives
display in passing..
the silent tree
brings us home and
reintroduces ourself
to ourself...
~CC
CharlesC May 2019
be who you are
we are taught..
those who know
who they are
and are
who they are:
these are teachers
temporary teachers
who offer a word
or a brushstroke
or a glance
wiping clean our
cloudy perceptions..
allowing then our
perceiving to shine
with our very own
unique Sameness...
CharlesC Jan 2013
the end of
a process is
known as outcome..
our outcomes formed
in planning and visions..
all ends embedded
in those beginnings..

but a danger lurks
when our awareness
of process idles..
process is struggle
mitigated by joy
living this moment
crying out Now..

vital experience between
departure and arrival
stimulates both
beginning and end..
when process forgotten
dogma and fundamentalism
these cousins loom...
CharlesC Jan 2015
Overflow

Thus the overflow from things
pours into you.
Just as a fountain's higher basins
spill down like strands of loosened hair
into the lowest vessel,
so streams the fullness into you,
when things and thoughts cannot contain it.
From the Book of Hours II, 10..Rainer Maria Rilke
Macy and Barrows, A Year With Rilke
CharlesC May 2018
seems to be what we do:
overlooking the reality of the field
luminous..peaceful.. and available
the substance of all our days..
famous teachers
some acknowledged
as gods and gurus
are just like you and I
but with a realization
(followed by notoriety)
of the overlooking and a
simple waking to what is
being overlooked..always
available to you and I...
CharlesC Mar 2018
This is the activity
in which each of us
engage..
Overlooking our Identity
as expanse and expanding
confining it to a
constraining cluster of
perceptions and thoughts..
Until!:
we notice the caging
and the confinement
sounding freedom's call...
CharlesC Jun 2020
First the suffering which
Is our many disguises is
Hiding our Self..
It is Grace attempting
To Awaken our Self
To our true Identity..
Grace in the circumstance
And in the conditioning
And in the distress
Calling us home..
CharlesC Sep 2012
a day
with contrasts faded
hazy smoke from
distant forest burnings
skylight diffused..
traffic at rushhour
a monotonous din..
such muffled appearances
invited a more
exacting look..

white paint splotches
accidental decorations
to a darkened parkbench
suggests here a distant
supernova explosion..
a motorcycle pistons'
high pitch report
self identification
in the traffic din..
an airliner's orange
contrails laced the
gray cloudless sky..

then a sudden appearance
a haloed quartermoon
light enhancement
with circular glow..
yes contrasts seemed to
speak on this day
bursting the haze...
walking experiences...took a couple photos...see blogsite...
CharlesC Aug 2012
a timely arrival..
welcome refuge
a gathering storm..
sheltered somewhat
from the arriving flash
and pelting
downpour..

rain rivulets
quickly formed
on a miniature scale
tiny rivers and streams
branchings and splittings..
the storm's rapid creation
all at once seemed whole..

lightening and thunder
light and sound
their separate reports..
all creation is splitting..
the thunderstorm's gift
instant reminder of
separation in
interwoven whole..

with the storm's passing
a bright light in the west
painted a rainbow on
a now darkened east..
a sourcing of
bowed colors out east..
though very soon
curved colors
took flight..
fading fast in
their birthing light...
for accompanying photos, see polarityinplay.blogspot.com
CharlesC Mar 2020
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...?
CharlesC May 2012
a linkage
fragmented events and
colors
growing emptiness
differences shout presence
similarities mostly hidden
finding only hints
glimpses
within those differences
glints of light
connecting at last
linkage
a parable
CharlesC May 2013
Our life story
darkness and joy
is our parable
our truest name..
each day
a conversation
this dialogue with
our evolving name..
our parable then
if live and well
daily transforms..
and on occasion
noses ahead
urging our follow
invites our listen..
together we are
co-creators
mostly in tune...
Thanks, Mae...!
CharlesC Mar 2013
we are clothed
in our assumptions
the proverbial wool
over our eyes..
it's a matrix
holding us captive..
original lofty insights
in science religion
solidify in time
standards and creeds
then prevail..
our habits of life
in comfort enchains..
the torus movement
offers this solace:
all these assumptions
make wonderful fuel
for an upward
parabolic escape...!
CharlesC Jun 2019
Paradigms shift
and replace
thought-built edifices
which no longer house
our searching..

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

History observes
past visions of earth..
old paradigms
thoughts serving
and departing..

Dysfunction
in our time
invites a Paradigm
which boldly burns
paradigm thoughts..

Beliefs
and illusions
many centuries old
burn as we recognize
what we Already are
Always have been...!
minor revisions...
CharlesC Jun 2019
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...!
CharlesC Apr 2019
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...
CharlesC Jul 2012
the modern ills we face
all have ancient roots
back to one old Tree
a Tree of this and that..

from the Tree a virus spread
with special virulence now..
anxious ills and worry
fueled by this and that..

few seem to know
a medicine is extant
and really here closeby..
yet mysteriously hidden
alas..in our plain sight..

a preliminary dose
is a simple location..
to find a bit of this in that
and that in this..

a spoonful will send us
on our way..
a transforming surprise
an immunizing gift..

a gift when recognized
clothes armor to confront..
new dark incursions
of the virus we now name
the familiar this and that..

yet now we might be offered
a second dose
stronger than the first
a sudden recognition
there's really More than
this and that..

this special More that
we now swallow..
a More of special beauty
enclosing only gentle hints
of our former
this and that....
CharlesC Jun 2012
in our daily
repetitions
our comfort is
habitually nestled
in a sunny welcoming
of familiar pathmarks...

this smoothness short-lived
when unease finds play..
a once familiar mark
registers differently
our fittings and
complacency disturbed
distressed...

a grasping then
for restoral..
sometimes when darkly
shocked
in disturbed awareness
we are astonished
a minor tweak
resolves into a
path entirely new...
CharlesC Nov 2012
this morning
this title introduced
through some separate
synchronous readings..
the question right now
how might patience
assist with this poem..

might it be
better to stop
stop writing just now
allow some gestation
some quiet perhaps..
resume in minutes,
or hours or weeks..?

hesitation quite brief
and rough writing began..
still the end
that distant goal
an insistent completion
seemed to delay
blocking the flow..

did a fear arise
prompted by
a finish out there..
that this poem will
never find ending..?
will likely end
as discard and refuse..

a walk.. reliable antidote..
there does seem
in those sometimes
an effortless flow..
other times
impatience a mooring
so patience might grow..?
CharlesC Jul 2015
The excitement surged
when vast distances
were seen to dissolve..
A promise of what
was assumed as new
knowledge
filled finite minds..
Let's not diminish
this accomplishment
and expectation but
only ask:
What might be
discovered but some
variations of linearity
leaving our real longings
back on the
launch pad...
CharlesC Aug 2012
cajun family
personalities
dealing with
alchemical transmutation
transactions
changing of values
history for money..

wildly popular show..
biting humor wraps
sly bidding and exchange
greed rises and falls..
initial bid and response
a scaling gap
startled unbelief..

increments then decide
decisions' sharp edge
money or heritage..
convenience argues
bad choices faced
painful needs are voiced
a values paradox..
microcosm of life now...?
snapshots of our mirror...?
This popular show appears on the History channel..what does it say to us...?
For images, see Google images, or polarityinplay.blogspot.com.     :)
CharlesC Feb 2017
Chaos seems to be rising
in our home and world..and is
expressed by frantic seeking..
Seeking is fueled by fear
and by resistance..
It seems we must learn
that our seeking is futile
on the disturbed paths
which deny the presence
Here/Now
of what we are seeking..
We must apparently wait
for chaotic seeking
to break away at last
dissolving into its
makeup of Peace...
CharlesC May 2020
There is a
Seeming permanence in
Pikes Peak..we see photos
From a century past and
What stood then stands now..
Yet..geologically we are told
The Peak is doomed to crumble
Rendering it's permanency
As temporary..and taking a
Place beside the Lilac..
Readily known as short-lived..
But Nature Herself stands
Proclaiming Her Silence
Within which Peak and Lilac
Enter and depart..
CharlesC May 2014
Waiting in our valley
for the peak of Now
to show once again..
Another transcendence
to experience very soon..
Then to discover
the peak and valley
name the same Now
and we need only
breathe...
for Mae
CharlesC Feb 2015
Manuel Garcia is our writer
assigned to a nocturnal ring..
His world saw external failing
but failed to perceive
a larger Self remained..
This Self saw a world in wholes
not in partialities of thought as
he his dangerous moments met..
His way was most direct
in wielding pen and sword..
Automatic instincts blanked
a weary brain's slow words..
He knew of his knowing
a chance was all he sought..
Others watched his slow demise
imploring but then a shrug..
They had failed to see
his wielding of inner beauty
his living pen and sword...
See Ernest Hemingway's,
"The Undefeated."
CharlesC Apr 2013
Haiku
capturing the moment
penned photos...


Deer in clearing
photo difficult with movement
become the clearing...


Worry
a garment we wear
worryworn...


Bicycle tires
round on rocky trail
order on chaos...


Vertical alignment
sun and Peak and dead tree
declining Light...
CharlesC May 2020
A Reddish Day
Of one tradition.. which
Reported a story of One
Placeless place:
Tongues of fire burning
Separation beliefs away..
Languages and nations
Expressing in limited ways..
Many recognizing the Spirit
Of each of us..allowing
Each to vision and dream
As did one named Joel
Of a tradition long ago...
CharlesC Dec 2020
Perception

Takes place through lenses

Which are ground based upon

Varied assumptions of

Separation..our culture stamped

By a belief of an independent

Out-there..with separation as the

Herald of truth..but there are

More and more lenses these days

Perceiving the same out-there..yet

Knowing it as a "seeming" truth

An appearance Here and Now

With no out-there out there...
CharlesC Apr 2017
If we have an agreement with reality
that reality consists of 10,000 separate things
and that we in our body/minds are the
subject and observer of all of these things
reality will unfold just thusly..
Yet..consulting our experience we do not
find the many boundaries assumed
and the experience of seamlessness
arrives quickly in a new day...*



Thought for the day....... "You will always define events in a manner which will validate your agreement with reality.” Steve Maraboli (Life, the Truth, and Being Free)  Thanks, Nancy..!
CharlesC Oct 2019
Perpetual Inquiry

There are so many claims
For our attention..
Some cause us to linger
With tastes and feelings..
Some may be delicious.. until
They obscure Who we are
And cause a forgetting of
Our real fulfillment which
Only arrives by recalling
The rich rewards of
Perpetual inquiry...
Be neither chided nor flattered out of your position of perpetual
inquiry. Neither dogmatize, nor accept another's dogmatism.
Why should you renounce your right to traverse the star-lit deserts
of truth, for the premature comforts of an acre, house, and barn?
~~Ralph Waldo Emerson..Literary Ethics
CharlesC Aug 2016
Sharp edges are boundaries
in our perceptions which exhibit
the persistent illusion of a mind plus world..
So we allow the encroachment of Awareness
to soften the sharp
to expose the illusion
and bring us to discovery
of the Self reality
which as background lies ..
Allowing the sharp edges
to be sharp once more
made now of persistent Beauty...
Thought for the day....... “Miracles... seem to me to rest not so much upon... healing power coming suddenly near us from afar but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that, for a moment, our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there around us always.” Willa Cather
CharlesC Oct 2012
Each of us
views the world
with colored glasses..
the colors come
from a creative
splitting..
or some prefer
a filtering of
light..
When our colors
are matched
outside
we find our kin
when not
the other..
a gorgeous system
from a lighter
perspective...
CharlesC Jan 2013
photos and poems
a sought for marriage
perhaps a gestalt..
exercising
eye and ear
brings more dimensions
hearing the photo
seeing the poem..
a variety of
Synesthesia...?
CharlesC Jan 2017
A picnic in May arises in January recall
remembering conversation and watermelon
a memory of May we believe
connected by time on a line..
On this cold January morning
the picnic images appear
warming the morning with cheer..
It is a story we place in time
separated from our reverie just now..
But on this January morning
a startling newness arises:
Nothing was lost of the picnic
memories-sensations alive
color and reveal Happiness
in the one I know as I am...
CharlesC Jun 2013
A minute gland
pinecone resemblance
a mid-brain singularity..
perhaps dimensional
transition..
Secretions of fluid
some call sacred..
New realities revealed
emotional reports exclaim:
more real than real..!
New century questions:
a final frontier..?
is this contact
of extra dimensions..?
a liquid light
of prophecies
our identities
our futures now
in sight...?
See Rick Strassman, M. D.
DMT
The Spirit Molecule
CharlesC Apr 2017
This very small image element
is a projection of the computer..
Seeming objects are projected by
let's say: a subjective computer..
Resolution in variation
clouds and clarifies..
These apparent visions of science
assist in our meditations..
Consciousness as the computer
comes first
initiating multitudes of pixel dances..
RedGreenBlue express temporarily
an image made from the computer's
infinite pixel possibilities..
Consciousness contains our life pixels
projecting our low resolution dreams
and higher resolution wakefulness..
Why important..?
Our seeing is beginning to upstage
our illusory focus on those pixels...
“We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
― Anaïs Nin
CharlesC May 2014
The location the place where one stands
this morning..sitting or standing..sun or
clouds of a new day..interplay of inner
and outer..all in the location of our
Awareness of which we now have
become aware..the Place has become
created and will be created again only
to reflect an Awareness which has
no place...
Memorial Day greetings to All..!
CharlesC Oct 2015
The reality
of who we are resides
in this word..
It may seem as loneliness
an ungrounding of roots
frightening perhaps..
Or an unchaining from the
hold of a place
a dislodging into a
space-like fullness
a non-local experience
of real freedom...
polarityinplay.blogspot.com
CharlesC Nov 2018
a soothing word
about a surface..
the choppy waves
have calmed and
the evening sun
reflects in a
placid mirror..
our freedom..
it seems
depends on
polishing to placid
our reflecting self...
CharlesC Jun 2017
Stephen H has allowed that
which looms in thought
and projects as fear
to a search for relief from
a seeming dark dilemma..
The future is imagined
with calculating vigor
and doleful projection..
A materialist map
sounds with clarity
to the fearful and seeking:
a bold escape from Planet A..
A seeking of happiness
a search among objects
which has occupied our thought
for centuries on end..
But Grace speaks softly
with astonishing news:
There is no Planet B
and..stand ready for this:
there is also no Planet "A"...!
"Back in May, renowned physicist Stephen Hawking made yet another doomsday prediction. He said that humanity has 100 years left on Earth, which knocked 900 years off the prediction he made in November 2016, which had given humanity 1,000 years left. With his new estimate, Hawking suggested the only way to prolong humanity's existence is for us to find a new home, on another planet (alternative source). Speaking at the Starmus Festival in Trondheim, Norway on Tuesday, Hawking reiterated his point: "If humanity is to continue for another million years, our future lies in boldly going where no one else has gone before," he explained, according to the BBC. Specifically, Hawking said that we should aim for another Moon landing by 2020, and work to build a lunar base in the next 30 years -- projects that could help prepare us to send human beings to Mars by 2025. "We are running out of space and the only places to go to are other worlds. It is time to explore other solar systems. Spreading out may be the only thing that saves us from ourselves. I am convinced that humans need to leave Earth," Hawking added.

( See: https://science.slashdot.org/story/17/06/22/1718259/stephen-hawking-says-he-is-convinced-that-humans-need-to-leave-earth )
CharlesC Feb 2014
With two water cans
she suddenly emerged
from a backroom..
Watering lobby plants
in a medical place..
Broad-leafed
tall and green
thriving inside
knowing not winter cold..
She brushed and clipped
at watchers she smiled..
Viewing each plant
with quick becoming
a glancing OK..
Arrived and departed
leaving trailing glow..
Plants whispered of
brushed love
grace-full care...
CharlesC Oct 2016
These words must point
and must burn..
Burning in their origin
to which they now face..
Thus revealing the light
of Aware I am..
These words are short lived
having risen as mind
in their original vastness..
Words shine in our knowing
the flames they become..
Rising and burning
serving our Joy...
CharlesC Jun 2012
golden setting sun
converging telephone wires
point to golden end
and gathering darkness
unnoticed small bird
high on pole
a sole witness
tech and nature
pointing...
CharlesC May 2020
Polarities
Determine our identity
In each simple moment..
I am a polarity..is where we start..
The inners and outers
Of our self and world..
Polarities abound..and any set
Of opposites convinces as
Our personal view..until
We discover these are merely
Actors appearing on our
Stage of Light...
CharlesC May 2015
Our troubles now
stem from the
stuck and static
life of our many
polar contentions..
Meanwhile the truth
is found in motion:
Separation and
Consciousness
in continuing swirl..
A moment's realizing
Consciousness
seen as Separate
or
Separate
seen as Consciousness
and at last:
Separation shines
only as
Consciousness...
CharlesC Mar 2021
No-thing appears as polarities..

Appearances are invitations

To play..allowing the polarities to

Dance..and carry on in  freedom

In any way they wish..this gift of

Nothing..is the breaking of the

Links by which polarities have

Never been chained...
CharlesC Apr 2013
Opposites or poles
look carefully inside
poles unify...


A poem draft
with nighttime delay
trims nicely...


Auto repairs
on path to rustpile
this delay...


Famous theologian
talk on scripture errors
spiritual hunger...?


A discussion
oppositions ride supreme
dialogue limps...
CharlesC Jul 2014
thought by many
as a pejorative
a name of illness..
might we inquire
of a benefit hiding..
pointing to a split
a duality
we are bombarded
with duality's insistence
of independent truth..
might a question arrive
sooner or later
on sole right to
represent our
Truth...?
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