To our conditioned selves
The proposition of our
Thoughts originating beyond
Our limited body and brain
Seems..well..preposterous..
It remains preposterous
Until life circumstances
Render a new Recognition
Slowly or quantum quick
Of What we are...

There is only Presence
a rich oneness
which is our identity
standing and witnessing
and creating of itself
life's many separations..
Paths of separation
of resisting and seeking
seem to veil our identity
allowing only brief tastes
of the Presence we crave
and words fail to disclose..
But the thrills on life's paths
present a window
which when cleansed
illumines our way home...

Dreaming and waking
are not
sleeping and waking,
dreaming is
waking
recognizing
reality
gaining freedom,
Presently...

are the appearances of
what is at last recognized as unreal:
the imprisoning belief in limitation
of the body and mind by appearance..
discovering appearance as appearance
enflames the old and worn belief
and makes clear: the prison has
no bars...

The outward story
is of a son leaving home
plunging into the multiplicity
and diversity of living
and finally turning to father
and home..

Reflecting:
The father rises one morning
forgetting his radiance
seeming to become another
a separate son..
Then the remembering
after much searching
for his Home..
Forgetting..Remembering
Forgetting..Remembering:
this prodigal life
as we are..

Venturing to that other land
they from a savage culture
which gloried killing the
noble eternal lion
and other stately beasts..
To that attraction they came
searching the land for that
which would grant a happiness
a happiness eluding them in
self-engaged lives..
Only one of the three
was to obtain the gift awaiting..
The gift of Fear.. genuine Fear
entering his self and penetrating
his wasting artificialities..
Authentic Fear
became the key
No..more than a key
a Fear transforming..
This his glimpse of
real happiness..
Grace unveiled...

A home
un-bounded love.. and light
with growing
dark hidden fissures
from stabbing inquiries..
each day's exhortation
to depart and exhale..
fierce need to locate
the source of his
heart's agitation...

Inheritance pleaded and won
exceedingly more than
the packet he carried..
exaltation.. expanding.. exhaling
a journey begun with
destination promising the
solutions he sought...

Arrival unease..inquiries
begin to unfold..
gathering clouds.. dark
shadings of fear and doubt..
questions persisting once more
desparate need.. to inhale..

At last recalling inherited light
remembering.. immediately
he knew..
a season now ending
his identity now clear
confidence leaping.. inhaling
electricity flowing
home-bound...

A welcoming light
celebration and feasting
soon shaded by
a brother's irritation..
sharp glances absorbed
with joyful glow..
he recognized an echo
of recent ventures below..
brother's birthing pains
a gift
of precious in-sight...

New departure now pending
spring's budding and fragrance
life breathes with seasons
inherited light
zestful.. exhaling
new creation.. calling
from those places
below.

Contemporary
some youth are wary
of the claims of
professions out there..
these seem to wrap
handcuff and chain..
a desperate need
for gifted tutelage
to locate precious
solitude..
knowing then that
each profession's byways
spring from this
place...

And powered resistance..
The clash of separation
Which we view as
We always have viewed
Thru our fallen lenses..
Ongoing dark turmoil to
Bring at last..humility
And clarity to our
Convincing and clinging
...Fallen lenses...

If I do not
Stop writing
The Truth which
I wish to express
May well be more
Submerged..
Might I stop now
And allow the
Dimmed light to
Remain as glimmer..?
Or might a few
Words more
Serve to cleanse
What is already
Said...?

If we examine now
What we are doing
And find we are not free..
We must then
Put the doing aside
Perhaps only briefly
And be the observer
Of the doing..
Then the observer
Absorbs the doing..
No observer..No doing
Just what is happening..
And we notice freedom
Making reentry...

Purpose


We assign a purpose
But there is a cost..
With said purpose
We narrow our focus
Consult a few maps
Confine our freedom
Acknowledge a self..
Allowing
Is blindfolded as we
Create our world of
Purpose..

Going  for a walk... (?)

Here we find
our greatest scientist
professing an independent Theorem
outside of thought and perception..
He admits this as belief
and also admits:  this separate reality
he cannot find...in his science..
Our experience tells us:
this old Theorem is thought arising
in infinite Awareness..and there remains..
We search..as did he.. to no avail to find
the Theorem residing outside..
Would it astonish Dr. Einstein
that the Theorem we experience
..as could he..
is made altogether.. of Awareness...?

There is an approach
to self-recognition
arriving daily to many..
A direct recognition
of what we are
comes from a
very subtle noticing..
A soft kick
off the line on which
we have walked
in years of practice
and assumption
and fear..
A quick quantum
recognition of some
arrangement of nature and
past futilities of a sudden
are bared...

We don't seem to be able to let go
of our grasp on objectivity and
our persistent assumption of the
objective as independent reality..
Even so..the mind has imposed itself
with quantum puzzles which seem
to proclaim the subjective nature
of reality..
Placing Consciousness first and primary
requires a leap by the logical mind..
This leap awaits a consultation of
our experience to discover that
our assumed linear history..very soon
must be transformed...!

These flow
in the moment
rising in Consciousness
of Consciousness made
explosive freedom..
We must capture
quickly
pen in pocket
before they flee...

Quarantine and cancellation of
Gatherings are gaining strength..
Occasions in which we face
Each to the other..sprout fears of
A rising darkness..
Of the Unknown..

Is this a summons from our inner
Being..to reevaluate our frenzied
Comings and goings..and discover
In enforced isolation that
Our pursuits have drawn a curtain
Over a truer image of who we are..?

Is this a time of self-questioning
To be willing to fall into the Unknown
Fueled by our fears..and recognize
What has always been
Our true Safety and Joy...?

When we break out
From the illusion of separation
To recognize our Identity which
Exceeds birth and death..
We can then experience the
Dance of mind and world
As spontaneous dreams arising
In our expansive Identity..
This is liberation
A quelling of the storm...

Power is leftward
about being correct
about the facts..
often we're told
your opinions yes
but not your own facts..
this leftward power
holding sway with
an occasional reminder:
facts now are
in great abundance
they are ephemeral
and often illusion..
flaws abound in
fact supported life
living off-of-center..
the clamor is calmed
with Questions arising
absorbing all facts
and remaining as
Questions...

A large puddle
and water resumes
a calm reflection
of cliffs above..
The same water
in recent hours
found new voice
raging and tearing
expressive duality..
Placid once now
a surgical knife
carving new paths
through roadbeds
and homes..
We reflect
as water beings
hope for calm
to mitigate our
storms...

The rainy day ended and a walk revealed
many lone raindrops on leaves and branches..
Water had been reconfigured from its flow
its pooling and singular constitution..
Now we saw individual drops as prisms
each its own reflection and color of light..
Such we are with our makeup of water
each of us a prism and
each of us Water...

observing
of raindrops falling
in a gathering puddle
this rainy day..
variation and intensity
the drops disturbed
but the surface
seemed to claim
a oneness with each
of the falling drops..
then a hesitation
a placid return
a brief sun
claimed its oneness
with many other
falling variations...

for poetry
the best are prompts
from everyplace attended
none stand outside
of a poetic eye..
For those happenings
we wish to forget we need
expect a rich resource..
Interconnections abound
calling out
for acceptance
for expression...

Writing those words
of poetry
we are advised
to surround them
with silence..
We acknowledge then
that no word
performs alone
but with silence
surrounding
our words reach
for more…

chopping the carrots
and the onions
with tears..
this fragmenting
in linear time..
now dialogue ensues
carrots and onions
join other friends
ingredients unite..!
a community in heat
transforms and shapeshifts..
an aroma announces
a new creation
a quantum delicacy
before her eyes...

Despite beliefs contrary
Our culture's message is
Death is a frightful end..
There is unwillingness to
Consider that we stumble
As we walk in the darkness..
Gripped by handcuffs
Of  illusory separation..

Disregarding many hints
We weep as we hold a finality
In appearances of life ending..
We all await that moment
Whether lengthy or brief
To discover that Life has
No beginning and no end..

These words spark memories
of history classes and teachers
words which allude to
ego and separation
in our collective lifetime..
Those many events:
British offensive acts
Stamps and Tea
Intolerable!
Lexington and Concord
Bunker Hill
Jefferson's Declaration..
These are all vibrations
living now in our
momentary Awareness..
Another Eden experience
expressing colorful duality..
Rebellion and Independence
shining when known
as Awareness alone...!

Patterns in time
steady and fleeting
seen and dissolving
Returning
form now altered
attending the new
Creation emerging
time and shadow
once more
Returning
Recognition?

Re-cognizing
Splitting for clarity
The meaning springs
Knowing and perceiving
Again and anew..
And a recognizing
(that word again)
That recognizing could
Have occurred long ago..
This is how we
After life's sinkings
Finally Recognize
Our Self
Again and anew...

In symmetry
and colors
a notable image..
meditative model
Hubble finding
in night sky
light years
from here
and Now..

Science musings:

How created..?
A creator or
creation..?

A centered aging
binary system..?
Polarity energy
says it all..?

The unusual shape?
Sacred geometry
expresses itself..?

A definite torus..
All Reality
and Consciousness
expressed as Torus..?

Boundaries of cones
form an X..?
Creation of symmetry
interconnectedness
recognized..?

Why unusual colors
Red and Blue..?
Left and Right
Male and Female
oppositions prevail..?

As hydrocarbon molecules
colors building blocks
for organic life..?
Center Light transforming
to component colors..?

In a few million years
the Red Rectangle nebula
will probably bloom
into a planetary
nebula..
New birth
Now announced...?

This is the process
which seems vital
to our time and culture..
We need the experience
that perceptions are
what we know of
the world just now..
The world becomes
subjective..and we find
it has always been so..
So we reduce
the seeming world
to perceiving as object..
Then..that object to
that in which
and as which it is:
Consciousness...

A cultural choice
to stay on a searching path
tightly anchored in time..
Composing each morning
a day of schedules
no other choice it seems..
Not knowing these habits
are to reject the Now..
A brief contemplation
might reveal a
reality brand new:
experience of Now
floods time and schedules
calms the morning
searches are closed
real work is done...

The simplicity
Of the Teaching
Amazes and brings
Skepticism..
Why..it is asked
Was this not found
many eons ago..?
A legitimate query
From our habitual
Reference..
Yet..each of us
Might set our habitual
Religion aside
At any time or place
And recognize
Under our habits
What we have sought
For our own eons...

Memories of terror
a report of
childhood hearings
of this classical
composition..
words of despair
yet hope and praise..
music with tension
the foreboding drum
repeating four beats
reminders of fears
separations with tears..

How great will be the terror,
when the Judge comes
who will smash everything completely!

In modern moments
our searches scan
always for light..
the light we seek
under coverings
concealed..
This Solemnity
seems our urging
finding our peace..
claiming a vessel
of rich wholeness
on that surface
with two sides...

**Let eternal light shine upon them, O Lord,
with your saints forever; for you are merciful.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord, and may
perpetual light shine on them
with your saints forever; for you are merciful.

Evergreen
symmetry
resemblance and scale
needle bouquet
flowering skyward
proclaiming the tree
absorbing the forest
releasing the Joy
of Resemblance
within.