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CharlesC Aug 2014
we watch a stream
encountering its banks
or the progress of
mowing of grass..
and feel the interacting
one side and its other
the stream with the bank
the bank with the stream
mowing and grass
separations joining
until watching tires
bows and dissolves
to Awareness
which Knows only
itself...
CharlesC Oct 2013
Before our writing

Create water first

This the spring

Of clarification..

Then the beauty

Of that which

We clarify

Breaks through...
CharlesC Jan 2019
it is a
matter of belief
a religious persuasion
that the conversion
was a miracle
unquestioned..
marking a tribe..

might we find
an expression of
this astonishing story
for a more universal
understanding..

to his mother
he was direct:
that his hour had
not yet come..
how we ask is
this related to
the rest of the story..

water
stands forth as our
essence divine..
wine
for all experience
for lives seeming
to be separate..
the Cana conversion
calmly asserts: wine
is made of water..

a new hour
will know suffering
born of fear and desire
a forgetting of Cana..
wine is resurrected
recognized as water
our essence clarified
as a miracle unveils...

(ref:  John 2: 1-11)
CharlesC Oct 2019
A turning of the tables
In the temple
Brought a new understanding
Of the real Temple of the body
Which needs to rise and discover
Its true nature made of Grace..
This is the reversal which will
Bring Self recognition and
Accompanying peace to each of us
And to our world..
This Recognition is the real miracle  
Conveyed by the familiar story of
Water into wine...
CharlesC Oct 2013
The evidence is
There for all..
Water crystals
Response to words..
Deformed and spoiled
Awaiting new words..
Imprinted
A mirror image
Our selves displayed
What connects us..

These recordings of
Incarnation..
Who we are
In this our reality..
Maps and measures
Our route to
Return...
Reflection on
Masaru Emoto
and his Water

an afterword:
Crystals and Congress
Our image reflected..
Maps and measures
Our route to
Return...  :)
CharlesC Feb 2020
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...
CharlesC Jan 2013
increase and decrease
brilliance and shadow
these pairs appear as
wax and wane..
in her wane she
restrains that light
preparing a room
birthing again our
shadowed creation..
the blinding wax
shines then hides
then shines again
a monthly pulsation..
careful to preserve
his precious creation
cradled within..
CharlesC Aug 2018
There are many who find comfort
on their journeys
by way-stations which are
ready to assist..when summoned..
There are presences there
which color experience..and seem
present as life unfolds..

Moreover..life without form seems
daunting and distant to some
who relish intermediate relief..
Religions have relied on this
very natural desiring..
Providing figures of faith and
stories to map and locate the
light and happiness
we all seek..

Yet..in ancient and modern days
a pondering has arisen in some
about a path more direct
bypassing those many
way-stations..which..having served
now seem to delay arrival..
And..are dissolved by discovery
that way-stations are made of the
light and happiness
we all seek...
CharlesC Mar 2020
Perhaps we are to learn
That the chaos of the world
Is always here and now..
Events..that is thoughts and
Perceptions..if we closely assess
Arise unexpected in what
We know as ourself..
We are lulled in times which
Seem to be linear..all smoothly
Connected by thought..

Do we then learn that thought
Only supplies connections
Allowing belief in control..
The Real connections lie in
The infinite and eternal
Here and Now...
CharlesC Sep 2014
reaching the trailhead
a decision made
seemed sudden
not timebound..
little sunlight remained
but something energized
a decision to
enter the trail
to reach the end
before darknight fell..
the original plan
was otherwise
rendering this decision
as a surprise..
does Awakening work
in this simple way:
enough of planning
charting and maps
no more procedures
and books to follow..
the Now decides
and we are walked...
a Sunday evening walk...
CharlesC Jul 2016
We now await the recognition
of the image of our shadow..
Our anger has been expressed
as we witnessed a ladder of insult..
In the mirror of our collectivity
the ego unleashed is displayed...
CharlesC Mar 2020
What are those Wednesday things
That draw our attention today..?
Each of them promises to make
A division of the Peace we are..
Unless our Peace is Recognized
As that which composes and does
Those Wednesday things..
CharlesC Aug 2013
In our modern
Quantum knowing
entanglement claims
the one reality..
Alas if all
is so entangled
some might say:
These are weeds
much overgrown..
To our rescue
Are two grounds
Fore and Back
new clarity arrives
finds the reality
Beauty deserves...
CharlesC Jan 2020
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
CharlesC Apr 2013
Into our space
life varieties penetrate
many are those
greeted with joy..
yet many others
find our unwelcome
depositing a wish
to flee or fight..
and questions of Why?
darken the wish..
perhaps the Taproom
or the PastryPantry
answers the wish..
Her advice arrived
simply one day:
enclose each invasion
with a Welcome..!
then watch for
a Light display...!
CharlesC Apr 2016
Creating as we observe
giving our attention
to the world as it is clothed in
such multiplicity..
Our perceiving seems passive
but we are taught that
perceiving precedes perception
and perceiving simply names
consciousness..
Still we hesitate
after decades of seeing
in our conventional way:
the world out there is separate
from myself in my body..
Yet the new Understanding
may mean we are reaching
the final frontier of discovery:
We are creators
observation is creation..
Are we soon to experience
a wondrous truth...?
We are not only observers. We are participators. In some strange sense this is aparticipatory universe.  
~~John Archibald Wheeler, Physicist
CharlesC Jan 2019
a silly question many will say
an interruption to things of importance..
the chair is the chair..now on to my
daily schedule..uninterrupted please..
however..after much searching to
satisfy desires..pausing with the question
might be finally reconsidered..finding that
an ****** belief in objects can be rattled
with attention to experience..telling of the
frailty of of such belief..
we experience in wholes..not in chairs
claiming their independence..
the chair reconsidered shows up as
perception temporarily..then perceiving..
a walking back to the Reality which
has been quietly waiting for
recognition..
those objects we knew before the question
now appear as they always appeared
but somehow now..satisfying the desires
we had painfully pursued...
CharlesC Aug 2017
When this question arrives
with increasing and sometimes
desperate insistence..
We apparently must suffer
until we dissolve
the boundaries and continuities
of our youthful bodies..
Frightening this can be
until we discover
the joy of being
transparent
transparencies in transparence
waves in water...
CharlesC Jul 2018
When in the dark of night
before a glint of early light
informs of the dawn
we hear his waking crow..
Might it be that Rooster knows
what we have long forgotten..?
We are of the strong belief
in sequences gained from habit
while the Rooster knows
by instantaneous insight:
no separation at all
in the always dawning
light...

a glimpse of nature's eternity...
CharlesC Feb 2020
Whatever arises
In this writing is
What might arise..
Meanwhile Emptiness
Swallows concerns for
Finding new words
Arising in the same
Emptiness..
Reminding us
That you and I can
Remain joyfully and
Indefinitely in
This Free and Open
Emptiness..which
We Are...
CharlesC Mar 2019
Sometimes called a
hidden diamond or pearl..
Meaning a recognition
seemingly hidden..of
the identity of each of us
which bears the
fruit of real happiness..

The recognition happens
in any time or place
but the odds are improved
with a gardener's nurturing
or a teacher's mention of
the joy of the return
..whatever it takes..

Facing now toward
the morning sun...
CharlesC Apr 2021
This is a journey of freedom

Floating free..some like to say..of

Conventional separation..and more:

Separation-seen-through leaves an empty

Immensity allowing everything to

Express without boundaries..appearances

Arriving spontaneously without any fences

Of time and space..yet even separate things

Appear in time-and-space garb..but do not

Grab the headlines..and make way for

New red and blue ribbons decorating and

Un-decorating a landscape of freedom..

Sound like freedom..? Or another story

Containing too many words.. satisfying

An expectant quest...?
CharlesC Mar 2019
The mind
as thought
is the naming
after  arrival
of an image
of our tree..

walking back
we realize there
is no tree..but a
series of brushstrokes
on the canvas of
our perceiving mind..

quietly and quickly
in an eye's blink
the mind's thought
names a tree
and 'lo.. we speak
of a tree..
CharlesC Jun 2016
That in which appearances appear
in which every-thing appears
as an appearance..
Trying here to shake the objectivity
which seems impossible
short of Silence..
But our everyday intuition
tells us that there is __
in which we experience every-thing..
And this
__ we find
to be permanent
not that which comes and goes..
Our language constricts and hides
that for which we are searching..
Ending the search
reveals our
__
our unnamed Identity...
CharlesC Aug 2016
It must be the freshness and freedom
an issuing forth from night's rest..
It is flow from a real self
before the veiling of day's concerns..
There is a springing of words
seemingly from the morning sun
or from the silence of the new day
not yet stained by separation's illusions..
It is a portrait of ourself
as we always have been...
CharlesC Aug 2020
We know of progress
And we don't deny
Those relative comparisons..
The measurements distancing
The start point  of slavery..
But..we must hold a
Systemic lens to Recognize
That the patchwork of history
Has not reached the depth
Of Freedom for all..
This we can know only when we
Recognize the Truth of our
Own Freedom..which lies
In a discovered Silence.. to which
Words..patches and systemic
Can only point...
CharlesC Jun 2020
Responding to this question
Determines our identity..
Separation is insistent
To which most seemingly
Succumb..the appearance
Of things..argues for our
Conditioned assumption of
Separation..until we relax
Into that of which I Am...
CharlesC Aug 2016
Awareness remains
never enters or departs..
The spider approaching my chair
in this moment
is an appearance soon departing..
And a gentle rain
just gave way to sunshine..
Two more fleeting perceptions
gaining attention
within and as
the remaining Awareness
which you and I must be...
CharlesC Nov 2017
We keep a focus
on what appears as the world:
the morning newspaper
checking email and
Facebook and checkbook..
Perhaps we meditate
and notice the thoughts
interfering it seems
with meditating goals..
All of these outward
attractions and destinies
seem to claim somewhat
of what we are..
The question may assert:
What remains..?
The assertion arriving
with fits of discomfort..
We might respond:
Nothing remains:
a frightening reply
to some..calming to others..
This introduction
to what we are
is the real message
of this season...
CharlesC Mar 2019
Yes..
This we often pose
as a question..
Our minds
inquiring minds
want to make sense
of the many
perceptions we are
handling right now..

But the problem is
what's happening is
soon not happening
and the question repeats..

The question repeats
until exhaustion
suggests no end to
happening's
dying and renewing..

A better question
might then arrive..
Is there stability
at any time and place..
A stability in which
and before
so much happening
appears..

The answer shouts
or remains hidden:
Yes...
CharlesC Feb 2020
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...
CharlesC Mar 2013
In that first
hardly noticed
moment
to which you wake,
coming back
to this life
from the other
more secret,
moveable
and frighteningly
honest
world
where everything
began,
there is a small
opening
into the new day
which closes
the moment
you begin
your plans.

What you can plan
is too small
for you to live.

What you can live
wholeheartedly
will make plans
enough
for the vitality
hidden in your sleep.

To be human
is to become visible
while carrying
what is hidden
as a gift to others.

To remember
the other world
in this world
is to live in your
true inheritance.

You are not
a troubled guest
on this earth,
you are not
an accident
amidst other accidents
you were invited
from another and greater
night
than the one
from which
you have just emerged.

Now, looking through
the slanting light
of the morning
window toward
the mountain
presence
of everything
that can be,
what urgency
calls you to your
one love?  What shape
waits in the seed
of you to grow
and spread
its branches
against a future sky?

Is it waiting
in the fertile sea?
In the trees
beyond the house?
In the life
you can imagine
for yourself?
In the open
and lovely
white page
on the waiting desk?

~ David Whyte ~
CharlesC Nov 2013
autumn sunlight
finds its colors with
shades of resistance..
and in the leaves
we find our mirror..
reflecting gold meets
resistant green..
with summer memories
green knows now
darkness comes soon..
gold feels a thread
from next spring..
these leaves are we
our gold and green
when we are autumn…
photo:  polarityinplay.blogspot.com
CharlesC Feb 2020
A question often heard
Which reflects our conditioning
In assuming we come from
Some..place..
So..when we Realize where
We come from..we have also
Realized that the question lies
In ashes from the fire of the
Source...
CharlesC Dec 2013
There you are..
Yet we ask
Where are we
When stepping softly
Into innerspace..
There locations
Shift and slide
And don't pinpoint..
So a revision:
Whenever you are
You are everywhere…
CharlesC Dec 2013
There you are..
Seeming true
Yet we ask
Where are we
Stepping most softly
Into innerspace..
There locations
Shift and slide
And don't pinpoint..
So a revision:
Whenever you are
You are everywhere…
CharlesC Dec 2012
a question
is posed..
touted as
most pressing as
our century unfolds:
Who am I..?

a phrase and cliche
proposes to reply
through the back door:
those talking-points
sometimes official
often serve to accuse..

the accuser
points to those points..
derides the masking
of original I am..
sad choice to repeat
health to reveal..

those points have
not just arrived..
dogmas of old
others brand new..
a sage once prescribed:
self-reliance on

Whim...!
The sage is RW Emerson in "Self-Reliance."  :)
CharlesC Sep 2018
this question seems to be
a shortcut to understanding..
science is compiling and
moving the bar
to surmise a conscious location..
a rock?
a rose?
a cat named mardi?
a dog named smokey?
selina?
robert?
the usa?
the blue marble?
the vast universe?
a sigh of relief comes
when experience reports:
only consciousness is
and you and all
are that...
CharlesC Oct 2016
Might it be
that prayer only exists
when the one praying:
Burns
beliefs of separation..
Burns
any prayer prepared..
Casts
the concepts
of mind and body
into the spreading fire..
And bathes in the  recognition
of transparent abundance..
The prayer is now praying...
CharlesC Dec 2019
A teaching says
Do not judge for
That judging is
Judging oneself..

It seems
This is a caution
From our limited
Ego self..but is
Also a prompt to
Recognize the Self
We truly Are..

Recognition brings
The Lamp which
May be referred
When justice seems
To call for our
Judgment...
What do you think?
CharlesC Nov 2020
There is no Charles

There is no (insert your name)..

In non-dual discourse

We hear these assertions..

Makes no sense

To the ordinary Joe..

But..perhaps Joe knows

There is no Joe..!

This is the revolution

Underway..in many

Quiet corners of our

Globe..we are stimulated

In our shadows..to awaken

To Who we are...!
CharlesC Jul 2013
to good people fall..
on this question
faith and trust
hang and fade....
heat and passion
bitter rejection
all gain entrance..
these separators
further separate..
our duality roars
with new strength..
then with fortune
a healing balm
ancient Oneness
blooms and will
bloom again...
CharlesC Dec 2012
is there
more to see
out there midst those
lonely rocks and snow..?
artists of vision
find much more..
Van Gogh's rocks and trees
pulsate color and form..
our narrower focus
reveals cold winter pain..
by widening
may we find heat
vibrating the stillness
somewhere between..
thereby we locate
where compassion lies
the joy the light
real beauty's home...
("Our task must be to free ourselves
by widening our circle of compassion
to embrace all living creatures and
the whole of nature and its beauty."
--Albert Einstein)
images at polarityinplay.blogspot.com
CharlesC Jun 2013
a fortunate photo
towhee up close
sentimental bird..
red eye warns
nature's wild
constricted point..
seeing here
what one sees
in restless tiger's
fearsome eye...
CharlesC Jun 2013
Summer weather
raging..
destruction and escape
smoked animal fear..
Shifting winds
pass over then
return to destroy..
a Junetime inferno..
our somber prayer:
fire's rising energy
amplify our own
Stimulation
of rain...
Black Forest Fire
June 2013
CharlesC May 2012
from mount sinai
to pentacost
ancient sacred winds
damaging yesterday in
our dimension
branches strewn
rattling treetop leaves
hazy clouds of dust
fires gathering strength
jet stream laden smoke
scaling winds
breathing rhythms
awareness discovering finally
one wind
CharlesC Nov 2018
within our Stillness
a wind arises
and paints patterns
ridges and rows
canyons and hills
shaping our Stillness..
CharlesC Apr 2013
Earth and wind
gritty dust teeth sense
dry speaks...


Late day sun
small pebble multitude
each casts shadow...


Step up inhale
then down exhale
ladder anchor...


Children on trampoline
bodies straight then curved
life micro...


Sleeping bruises
a waking surprise
bruises bloomed...
Thanks to Mae
for her
"how the bruising bloomed"
CharlesC Jan 2017
Hurricane force
near space is moving..
Reporter reports the jet stream
has dipped and greeted..
Gifts of inconvenience
uprooting and power interruption..
This turmoil in our space and
time to consider real space
but the mind shudders to do so..
The real Space observes
from stillness and calm
and is the substance
of that space of
our windy days...
High winds in Colorado Springs...photos on Google or polarityinplay.blogspot.com ...
CharlesC Jan 2019
the old ones
cannot hold new wine
causing them
to split and crumble..
the new ones
are fresh models
prodding for recognition
midst the crumbling..

we seek explanations for
revolutionary changes which
surprise and frighten..
religion and science
and politics
struggle to place
new thought and findings
into old wineskins..

and the shocking news
is that each one of us carries
the new wineskin in
our own experience:
recognizing now the
unity and peace
of inside and out..
and more shocking:
this intimate wineskin
never has been old..
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