NON-DUALITY
The devotee of God wants to eat sugar, and not become sugar.“ - Ramakrishna.
I would rather taste the sweetness of God than become one with it.
I would rather taste the sweetness of God than become one with it.
Poems and Songs of the Extraordinary Ordinary.
These next couple poems came from a powerful nondual glimpse I received after my house caught fire in a very traumatic event in the middle of the night. I thought the house was gone, but fortunately the fire department got here in less than 5 minutes and saved most of the house.
But while it was happening, the house was filled with a thick smoke and the separate me, Bryant was frantically trying to save possessions and money. After the fire, later that night, I felt powerful Bryant died, and had a powerful glimpse of Just this and several poems poured out as I alternated laughter and crying and tears of nothingness. This glimpse wore off by the next day, but I feel forever changed. How can I go back to being a seeker, knowing now that all that is is Just This, right here, right now, Immediately so, in a Being and Presence that transcends space and time, it is literally all there is, always already Only this. The word God has meaning for me to fill this Being with devotion and love, but its a nondual God that is everything, including this mind recollecting, these hands typing, these ears hearing music, and these eyes peering at a screen. It is all wonderfully God, all of it.
But while it was happening, the house was filled with a thick smoke and the separate me, Bryant was frantically trying to save possessions and money. After the fire, later that night, I felt powerful Bryant died, and had a powerful glimpse of Just this and several poems poured out as I alternated laughter and crying and tears of nothingness. This glimpse wore off by the next day, but I feel forever changed. How can I go back to being a seeker, knowing now that all that is is Just This, right here, right now, Immediately so, in a Being and Presence that transcends space and time, it is literally all there is, always already Only this. The word God has meaning for me to fill this Being with devotion and love, but its a nondual God that is everything, including this mind recollecting, these hands typing, these ears hearing music, and these eyes peering at a screen. It is all wonderfully God, all of it.
THE FIRE OF UNKNOWING
In the middle of Christmas Eve
Deep into the sleep of night
Ignited a most raging fiery sight
I awoke to dark clouds of unknowing
Was this a dream or is my life on fire?
Rage, rage the fire was beyond my control
Throwing water just seemed to give it life
So I surrendered with help on the way
Burning inside a house that was surely lost
Scrambling and grasping for valuables
I was out of my mind
Trying to save money I could never spend
If I and the house were all consumed.
It was the burning of a dream
That contained the dreamer too
There was an awakening but Bryant went up with the flames
And died with the gilded American dream
But an energized body remained
With just What Is
A Suchness that is all the same
There is only what’s arising
Before eyes no longer disguising
The profound Oneness of This
Just This!
Now I can dance in both the fires of destruction
And overflowing waters of abundance.
It matters not for nothing truly ever happens
In this seeming dream of sadness and gladness
That night cast out of home I sat by a fire contained,
Near a fire pit yearning for the flames
Raging with a transformative powers.
The ego died, in these moving hours
But it wasn’t the same flame,
It wasn’t just a name.
For fire called anything is just the same.
What it was, is indescribable dancing energy
Smiles of warmth that are only an appearance
of glorious Nothing and Everything…
and I AM THAT!
It was the burning of a dream
That contained the dreamer too
And when that dream ended
Who is left?
In the middle of Christmas Eve
Deep into the sleep of night
Ignited a most raging fiery sight
I awoke to dark clouds of unknowing
Was this a dream or is my life on fire?
Rage, rage the fire was beyond my control
Throwing water just seemed to give it life
So I surrendered with help on the way
Burning inside a house that was surely lost
Scrambling and grasping for valuables
I was out of my mind
Trying to save money I could never spend
If I and the house were all consumed.
It was the burning of a dream
That contained the dreamer too
There was an awakening but Bryant went up with the flames
And died with the gilded American dream
But an energized body remained
With just What Is
A Suchness that is all the same
There is only what’s arising
Before eyes no longer disguising
The profound Oneness of This
Just This!
Now I can dance in both the fires of destruction
And overflowing waters of abundance.
It matters not for nothing truly ever happens
In this seeming dream of sadness and gladness
That night cast out of home I sat by a fire contained,
Near a fire pit yearning for the flames
Raging with a transformative powers.
The ego died, in these moving hours
But it wasn’t the same flame,
It wasn’t just a name.
For fire called anything is just the same.
What it was, is indescribable dancing energy
Smiles of warmth that are only an appearance
of glorious Nothing and Everything…
and I AM THAT!
It was the burning of a dream
That contained the dreamer too
And when that dream ended
Who is left?
Fire
No matter what it burns
Fire always looks the same
The light of the highest heavens
Is actually quite plain
But therein lies its beauty
Behind countless forms
A taste of sweet vanilla
That’s constantly reborn
A birthless birth
Perpetual sameness
A deathless death
Ashes and changeless
The Great Cosmic fire
Both Creates and destroys
With an illusory blazing ire
That's sizzles with countless Joys
Love burning in Eternity revels
Universes flicker in the Flames
Dancing with angels and devils
The Kosmic Fire Dance is a Game
[The Whole Thing is but a Game]
No matter what it burns
Fire always looks the same
The light of the highest heavens
Is actually quite plain
But therein lies its beauty
Behind countless forms
A taste of sweet vanilla
That’s constantly reborn
A birthless birth
Perpetual sameness
A deathless death
Ashes and changeless
The Great Cosmic fire
Both Creates and destroys
With an illusory blazing ire
That's sizzles with countless Joys
Love burning in Eternity revels
Universes flicker in the Flames
Dancing with angels and devils
The Kosmic Fire Dance is a Game
[The Whole Thing is but a Game]
The Burning Ship
In the midst of doom
On the doorstep of death
Hells raging fires loom
And the me has nothing left.
The person and his things
Arise together as two waves
Diabolical Sirens sings
And the Me hears what it craves
The mighty Me and his ship
Set sail in whistling winds
Parting the sea on his trip
To see such beautiful sins
But flames of Oneness forever lurk
On the wake of folly behind the Stern
The ship is wrecked before it set sail
For the journey is one big tall tale.
Fires raged and the dream went up in flames
With Nothing left, not even a name.
Consuming illusory time and the unreality of space
All that lies bare is my Original Face
Washed up on Timeless shore
With no ship and no things
The seeker wanting nothing more
In the sands of freedom sings
The great hourglass of time broken
Beingness dances on the sands of song
For a treasure deep within is woken
A treasure that has been here all along
Just This, The Extraordinary Ordinary surprising
Smiling without a face, within everything arising
A mountain of gold piled high in my chest
With a great heart that beats with love
With absolutely everything and nothing left
I arrive where I started
A ship that never departed
In the midst of doom
On the doorstep of death
Hells raging fires loom
And the me has nothing left.
The person and his things
Arise together as two waves
Diabolical Sirens sings
And the Me hears what it craves
The mighty Me and his ship
Set sail in whistling winds
Parting the sea on his trip
To see such beautiful sins
But flames of Oneness forever lurk
On the wake of folly behind the Stern
The ship is wrecked before it set sail
For the journey is one big tall tale.
Fires raged and the dream went up in flames
With Nothing left, not even a name.
Consuming illusory time and the unreality of space
All that lies bare is my Original Face
Washed up on Timeless shore
With no ship and no things
The seeker wanting nothing more
In the sands of freedom sings
The great hourglass of time broken
Beingness dances on the sands of song
For a treasure deep within is woken
A treasure that has been here all along
Just This, The Extraordinary Ordinary surprising
Smiling without a face, within everything arising
A mountain of gold piled high in my chest
With a great heart that beats with love
With absolutely everything and nothing left
I arrive where I started
A ship that never departed
Nondual Phoenix
A raging fire of divine grace
Burnt to ashes my dwelling place
That contained the ghost of Bryant’s past
A dream of separation that could not last
Just because it never was
since ALL there is, is only ONE!
And after a long weep & short dreamless sleep
This body arose from the unconscious deep
A Pheonix with but One Nondual wing
Ready to fly nowhere and to everything
Arising, Arising with only ‘JUST THIS’
A simple truth that two eyes missed
The ALWAYS ALREADY Everpresent One!
A Nondual mysterious Central Sun
Which forever shines with both darkness and light
Radiance that cannot be captured with normal sight
How could I have possibly missed
That all there is, is Only This?
How could I not clearly see
That All There Is, is right in front of me?
How could I not easily find
THAT which arises all the time?
A Phoenix that never dies
No bird to be reborn and Rise.
For the bird and the ashes are one and the same
And that is the Great Mystery of Eternity's Game.
A raging fire of divine grace
Burnt to ashes my dwelling place
That contained the ghost of Bryant’s past
A dream of separation that could not last
Just because it never was
since ALL there is, is only ONE!
And after a long weep & short dreamless sleep
This body arose from the unconscious deep
A Pheonix with but One Nondual wing
Ready to fly nowhere and to everything
Arising, Arising with only ‘JUST THIS’
A simple truth that two eyes missed
The ALWAYS ALREADY Everpresent One!
A Nondual mysterious Central Sun
Which forever shines with both darkness and light
Radiance that cannot be captured with normal sight
How could I have possibly missed
That all there is, is Only This?
How could I not clearly see
That All There Is, is right in front of me?
How could I not easily find
THAT which arises all the time?
A Phoenix that never dies
No bird to be reborn and Rise.
For the bird and the ashes are one and the same
And that is the Great Mystery of Eternity's Game.
Apparently
The Universe is both unreal and real transparently
So Everything that arises is inherently apparently
An apparent body walking through an apparent life
With apparent friends and an apparent wife
Driving to apparent jobs in apparent cars
To advance an apparent career apparently far
Making apparent money to buy apparent things
To see all the apparent happiness apparent success brings
But something is very apparently wrong
The moment one hears the Nondual song
There is Only This,
A constant Melody
That is constantly Missed
Shouting from silence
An invitation of Pure Being
A flowering of Presence
When there is True Seeing
But the glimpse fades and the apparent me wants it back
So it sets its apparent self on an apparent path
And so starts apparent practices that are apparently done
To make the apparent me once again apparently One
The song of Pure Being fades back into the abyss
For the more you apparently try, the more you miss!
An apparent wealth of spiritual experiences pile up.
And exhausted the me apparently gives up.
For something was amiss and the longing for the song of Being remains.
Which was not found in either apparent success or fame
Or playing the apparent seeker of Enlightenment game
So the apparent me standing in its own dream
Stops seeking for enlightenment, success and money
Then at some unknown moment
Transcending all space and time
True awakening descends
And the Me abruptly unwinds
[Whooooosh, no one is left]
And then the Great Surprise
Lying before fresh new eyes
Is that there never was a me
It was only apparent seeking energy
And now with the me long gone
Beingness can sing its nondual song
That it was actually singing all along
And that is the Great Surprise
That No One Recognizes
All there is is This, Just This, Always and Already This!
What you have longed for has never been lost,
Its always been free without any cost
For it is in seeking that IT is missed most errantly!
Because only No One can find Oneness… apparently
The Universe is both unreal and real transparently
So Everything that arises is inherently apparently
An apparent body walking through an apparent life
With apparent friends and an apparent wife
Driving to apparent jobs in apparent cars
To advance an apparent career apparently far
Making apparent money to buy apparent things
To see all the apparent happiness apparent success brings
But something is very apparently wrong
The moment one hears the Nondual song
There is Only This,
A constant Melody
That is constantly Missed
Shouting from silence
An invitation of Pure Being
A flowering of Presence
When there is True Seeing
But the glimpse fades and the apparent me wants it back
So it sets its apparent self on an apparent path
And so starts apparent practices that are apparently done
To make the apparent me once again apparently One
The song of Pure Being fades back into the abyss
For the more you apparently try, the more you miss!
An apparent wealth of spiritual experiences pile up.
And exhausted the me apparently gives up.
For something was amiss and the longing for the song of Being remains.
Which was not found in either apparent success or fame
Or playing the apparent seeker of Enlightenment game
So the apparent me standing in its own dream
Stops seeking for enlightenment, success and money
Then at some unknown moment
Transcending all space and time
True awakening descends
And the Me abruptly unwinds
[Whooooosh, no one is left]
And then the Great Surprise
Lying before fresh new eyes
Is that there never was a me
It was only apparent seeking energy
And now with the me long gone
Beingness can sing its nondual song
That it was actually singing all along
And that is the Great Surprise
That No One Recognizes
All there is is This, Just This, Always and Already This!
What you have longed for has never been lost,
Its always been free without any cost
For it is in seeking that IT is missed most errantly!
Because only No One can find Oneness… apparently
The Hidden Treasure
Within the vast expanse of space
Across Eternal durations of time
Staring all of existence in the face
Lies a Hidden Treasure most sublime
Freely available for both darkness and light
No commandments are needed to uphold
To behold this most Blessed Sight
No worse or better, wrong or right
All that is, is known by many names
Is forever One and always the same
Inviting us with each instant
The invitation is for all to remember
That you are THAT Treasure
Of Infinite Radiant Splendor
Nothing is needed
Nothing to attain
For All That Is
Known by many names
Is forever One and Always the Same
And Thou Art That!
Always Already THAT!
Notes: All of existence as we know it, within the limitations of Time, is only a reflection of that Hidden Principle, which is continuously inviting us to remember what we really are. Within that reflection there is no right or wrong, better or worse. But only the Invitation.
Within the vast expanse of space
Across Eternal durations of time
Staring all of existence in the face
Lies a Hidden Treasure most sublime
Freely available for both darkness and light
No commandments are needed to uphold
To behold this most Blessed Sight
No worse or better, wrong or right
All that is, is known by many names
Is forever One and always the same
Inviting us with each instant
The invitation is for all to remember
That you are THAT Treasure
Of Infinite Radiant Splendor
Nothing is needed
Nothing to attain
For All That Is
Known by many names
Is forever One and Always the Same
And Thou Art That!
Always Already THAT!
Notes: All of existence as we know it, within the limitations of Time, is only a reflection of that Hidden Principle, which is continuously inviting us to remember what we really are. Within that reflection there is no right or wrong, better or worse. But only the Invitation.
The Great Non-Victory
For countless years
And many moons
I seek with tears
Liberations Boon
But the sweet irony
Of this stateless state
Is there is no more “me”
Left to Celebrate
The Great Non-Victory
Of being Awake
To Nonduality
Only in disappearance
Is This realization found
Both Dream and Dreamer
Vanish without a sound
But in awakening it is clearly seen
That what was really longed for
His always and forever been
Just This and nothing more!
For countless years
And many moons
I seek with tears
Liberations Boon
But the sweet irony
Of this stateless state
Is there is no more “me”
Left to Celebrate
The Great Non-Victory
Of being Awake
To Nonduality
Only in disappearance
Is This realization found
Both Dream and Dreamer
Vanish without a sound
But in awakening it is clearly seen
That what was really longed for
His always and forever been
Just This and nothing more!
The Perfect Lover
Alone on this earthly sphere
Sitting by the river of life
I have found through longing tears
A Perfect Lover I can call my wife
But it’s not just a beautiful face
Offering a soft romantic kiss
It’s a falling into love by Grace
With everything in sublime Oneness
For everything I am forever surrounds
And wraps me in empyrean rapture
True unconditional love resounds
A sweetness words fail to capture
For I have found the Perfect Lover
By dropping the separate me
What a marvel this ‘no one’ discovered
In the Divine Romance of Unicity
I am Alone, yet All One
Dancing in Nothingness, oooh such fun
With a heart that stretches through infinite space
All I see is myself, God’s Original Face
Which is All that arises, Only This
A timeless and unending Embrace
Forever and always connected in Oneness
There is no other, only the Perfect lover
[Alternate Ending]
For ‘This’ is both the Perfect Lover
And the Grim Reaper’s (destructive charms?)
As Long as you dream you’re an ‘other’
It won’t let you go until you fall into its arms
Alone on this earthly sphere
Sitting by the river of life
I have found through longing tears
A Perfect Lover I can call my wife
But it’s not just a beautiful face
Offering a soft romantic kiss
It’s a falling into love by Grace
With everything in sublime Oneness
For everything I am forever surrounds
And wraps me in empyrean rapture
True unconditional love resounds
A sweetness words fail to capture
For I have found the Perfect Lover
By dropping the separate me
What a marvel this ‘no one’ discovered
In the Divine Romance of Unicity
I am Alone, yet All One
Dancing in Nothingness, oooh such fun
With a heart that stretches through infinite space
All I see is myself, God’s Original Face
Which is All that arises, Only This
A timeless and unending Embrace
Forever and always connected in Oneness
There is no other, only the Perfect lover
[Alternate Ending]
For ‘This’ is both the Perfect Lover
And the Grim Reaper’s (destructive charms?)
As Long as you dream you’re an ‘other’
It won’t let you go until you fall into its arms
The Oneness Game
Let’s play a little Game
Where everything you see
Is one and the same
The same reflection that is calling you home
Where everything and nothing freely roam
Sameness only rains one drop everywhere
Gently pouring down with loving care
In each immediate moment ALL there is arises
But you see yourself separate in countless disguises
So whenever you are feeling alone and in despair
Play this little Game, and see that you are everywhere
Let’s play a little Game
Where everything you see
Is one and the same
The same reflection that is calling you home
Where everything and nothing freely roam
Sameness only rains one drop everywhere
Gently pouring down with loving care
In each immediate moment ALL there is arises
But you see yourself separate in countless disguises
So whenever you are feeling alone and in despair
Play this little Game, and see that you are everywhere
Rose Garden
We live in a vast rose garden
Flowers in every direction
Sing with a sweet crimson redolence
By searching and seeking
Something outside this Eden
We start a journey and create a path
Stepping on roses right and left
Searching and seeking in vain
Looking for a fragrance we can’t explain
So we put ourselves on a path to nowhere
Striving to reach an unreachable goal
To make ourself more complete and whole
But if we are already everything
Where can we possibly go?
But we set foot on this path anyway,
Trampling over the flowers of beingness
That present themselves in each moment,
The very source of beingness we seek,
Lies buried and hidden right under our feet.
If we but wake up and smell but a single rose
A magic moment that lies right under our nose
The torturous and thorny paths of separation melt
And all that remains is a pure Being deeply felt
A vast and infinite rose garden constantly arising
With never ending variety no longer disguising
That we have always been the fragrance we seek
But now it is no longer hidden under our feet.
We live in a vast rose garden
Flowers in every direction
Sing with a sweet crimson redolence
By searching and seeking
Something outside this Eden
We start a journey and create a path
Stepping on roses right and left
Searching and seeking in vain
Looking for a fragrance we can’t explain
So we put ourselves on a path to nowhere
Striving to reach an unreachable goal
To make ourself more complete and whole
But if we are already everything
Where can we possibly go?
But we set foot on this path anyway,
Trampling over the flowers of beingness
That present themselves in each moment,
The very source of beingness we seek,
Lies buried and hidden right under our feet.
If we but wake up and smell but a single rose
A magic moment that lies right under our nose
The torturous and thorny paths of separation melt
And all that remains is a pure Being deeply felt
A vast and infinite rose garden constantly arising
With never ending variety no longer disguising
That we have always been the fragrance we seek
But now it is no longer hidden under our feet.
One Hand Clapping
Two illusory hands of time
Stretch across an apparent lifetime
Birth and death are not what they seem
And neither is everything in between.
All that arises is Perfect and Whole
THAT never is born and never grows old
It’s Just This always One and the Same
A profound Unity called by many names… in vain!
God, Brahman, Jehovah, Allah, Tao
Buddha, Krishna, Jesus, even the Now
They all spring from a Cosmic tongue
That never dies and is never young.
The Great illusion of time and space
Creates Separation all over the place
But Spirit is always clapping One hand
Without marching time and hourglass sand.
What is the sound of a clock with one hand,
Ticking and tocking with nowhere to stand?
Staring at a blank face with nothing to see
And everything too, which is THE timeless mystery!
Immediately
Speeding through the forest of life
Always anticipating what will be next
I am constantly passing by
Only This
With eyes painted with Future's dreams
And feet scurrying towards tomorrow
I am constantly running past
Just This
When the world of pleasures no longer satisfy
I walk the path to a distant Enlightenment
And in the process, I am marching by
What's Arising
Exhausted by a life of seeking success and spirit
The seeking mind sees itself in the mirror of futility
And instantly the contraction of seeking relaxes
And newborn eyes no long pass by and miss
The Great mystery that is Just This, Just This
So immediate and wonderfully nothing
A Great Surprise enjoyed by No One
[needs work]
The Scream
Deep in the oceanic depths of my soul
I scream for my Divine Mother
A scream that fills the cosmos
And sets worlds on fire
With a desperation of longing
That God is The One Desire
I cannot live another moment without you Lord
Or Breathe another breath
A devotion so strong I lose myself in the wind
And become a mighty storm cloud
Full of Divine Love's wetness
A torrential down-pouring of longing ensures
Flooding mundane plains of worldly life
With sweet raindrops of agape
Everything around me is soaked
My body drenched with God's love
The once dry landscape
takes on a new color
Rainbows on every teardrop
Takes my breath away in rapture
A beauty beyond belief
The beauty is all around me,
Not in some other world or heavenly sphere
Sitting on the right hand of God
It's Only This, Just what's arising
Right Here, Right Now, so surprising
The secret to seeing
is awakening a new being
Where the separate person is lost
In the Vast beingness of God
That always and already wraps around me
The greatest gift of This Presence/Presents.
[needs work]
Two illusory hands of time
Stretch across an apparent lifetime
Birth and death are not what they seem
And neither is everything in between.
All that arises is Perfect and Whole
THAT never is born and never grows old
It’s Just This always One and the Same
A profound Unity called by many names… in vain!
God, Brahman, Jehovah, Allah, Tao
Buddha, Krishna, Jesus, even the Now
They all spring from a Cosmic tongue
That never dies and is never young.
The Great illusion of time and space
Creates Separation all over the place
But Spirit is always clapping One hand
Without marching time and hourglass sand.
What is the sound of a clock with one hand,
Ticking and tocking with nowhere to stand?
Staring at a blank face with nothing to see
And everything too, which is THE timeless mystery!
Immediately
Speeding through the forest of life
Always anticipating what will be next
I am constantly passing by
Only This
With eyes painted with Future's dreams
And feet scurrying towards tomorrow
I am constantly running past
Just This
When the world of pleasures no longer satisfy
I walk the path to a distant Enlightenment
And in the process, I am marching by
What's Arising
Exhausted by a life of seeking success and spirit
The seeking mind sees itself in the mirror of futility
And instantly the contraction of seeking relaxes
And newborn eyes no long pass by and miss
The Great mystery that is Just This, Just This
So immediate and wonderfully nothing
A Great Surprise enjoyed by No One
[needs work]
The Scream
Deep in the oceanic depths of my soul
I scream for my Divine Mother
A scream that fills the cosmos
And sets worlds on fire
With a desperation of longing
That God is The One Desire
I cannot live another moment without you Lord
Or Breathe another breath
A devotion so strong I lose myself in the wind
And become a mighty storm cloud
Full of Divine Love's wetness
A torrential down-pouring of longing ensures
Flooding mundane plains of worldly life
With sweet raindrops of agape
Everything around me is soaked
My body drenched with God's love
The once dry landscape
takes on a new color
Rainbows on every teardrop
Takes my breath away in rapture
A beauty beyond belief
The beauty is all around me,
Not in some other world or heavenly sphere
Sitting on the right hand of God
It's Only This, Just what's arising
Right Here, Right Now, so surprising
The secret to seeing
is awakening a new being
Where the separate person is lost
In the Vast beingness of God
That always and already wraps around me
The greatest gift of This Presence/Presents.
[needs work]
Empty Squirrel as Fullness Arising
A squirrel prances across the grass
On a cool and breezy afternoon
Nudging his nose in the sand
Looking and looking for food
Alas! Nature always provides
From a silent emptiness arises
A nutritious nut or tasty treat
For everything and nothing to eat
A squirrel prances across the grass
On a cool and breezy afternoon
Nudging his nose in the sand
Looking and looking for food
Alas! Nature always provides
From a silent emptiness arises
A nutritious nut or tasty treat
For everything and nothing to eat
The Cardinal Singing
On a dock by the river one clear spring day
A Rapturous Cardinal did fly my way
It perched on majestic verdure above
But its crimson song was nested in my love
As I pined for God near this evergreen glory
A simple red bird arising revealed the whole story
Eternal Cardinal of blood red mist
Sing inside my heart beating bliss
Stay ever so close that separation is gone
In the vast forest of Oneness that now dost dawn
A living river flows by the dock nearby
And with no separation it flows into the sky
I vaguely see a hazy boundary of delusion
And realize its but its all a mirage, an illusion.
The gentle birdsong lulls duality to rest
And all is submerged into the unity of each breathe
My blue eyes melt into the vast blue skies
And with no nose the scent of lofty clouds is known
[And the scent of lofty clouds is utterly unbounded]
As I descend back to the river, I behold my own calmness.
The waveless waves are the Great Mind rippling
With a subtle wonder of all that is...
It's just this
Arising Arising
Its just this
Utterly Surprising
Each moment is a humble but infinite snowflake
Fresh and full with the Universe that makes it.
How can it be described?
How can it be known?
You cannot capture the emptiness of All
Infinite fullness renders words oh so small.
All you can do is Taste it with each breathe...
And when it takes your breathe away
There is simply This...
And Nothing left to say!
When that blessed moment arises
The sun of separateness sets
And the self melts into the horizon
Only to Never to rise again.
For all rising and setting End
And the light of the night
and the dark of the day
Dance in the Paradox of Nondual Joy!
On a dock by the river one clear spring day
A Rapturous Cardinal did fly my way
It perched on majestic verdure above
But its crimson song was nested in my love
As I pined for God near this evergreen glory
A simple red bird arising revealed the whole story
Eternal Cardinal of blood red mist
Sing inside my heart beating bliss
Stay ever so close that separation is gone
In the vast forest of Oneness that now dost dawn
A living river flows by the dock nearby
And with no separation it flows into the sky
I vaguely see a hazy boundary of delusion
And realize its but its all a mirage, an illusion.
The gentle birdsong lulls duality to rest
And all is submerged into the unity of each breathe
My blue eyes melt into the vast blue skies
And with no nose the scent of lofty clouds is known
[And the scent of lofty clouds is utterly unbounded]
As I descend back to the river, I behold my own calmness.
The waveless waves are the Great Mind rippling
With a subtle wonder of all that is...
It's just this
Arising Arising
Its just this
Utterly Surprising
Each moment is a humble but infinite snowflake
Fresh and full with the Universe that makes it.
How can it be described?
How can it be known?
You cannot capture the emptiness of All
Infinite fullness renders words oh so small.
All you can do is Taste it with each breathe...
And when it takes your breathe away
There is simply This...
And Nothing left to say!
When that blessed moment arises
The sun of separateness sets
And the self melts into the horizon
Only to Never to rise again.
For all rising and setting End
And the light of the night
and the dark of the day
Dance in the Paradox of Nondual Joy!
The Death of Me
I wouldn’t miss it for the world,
The death of me.
Consumed in crimson misery
It just wasn’t meant to be
For it actually never was, and that’s the mystery
A mystery I wouldn’t miss for the world
[me dies]
I wouldn’t miss it for the world,
The death of me.
Consumed in crimson misery
It just wasn’t meant to be
For it actually never was, and that’s the mystery
A mystery I wouldn’t miss for the world
[me dies]
Some Random Musings on Nonduality
A True nondual experience is the recognition that all there is Is God, all there is Is Spirit, all there is Is Oneness in all it’s radiant glory. There is no other, there is no you even, no sliver of separation anywhere. There is only Wholeness and Perfection, right now, right here, Just This, in whatever you are doing, thinking, sensing and feeling. Behind the many faces and feelings of life, there is a constancy, a Pure Beingness that always smiling at you in everything that arises. So, call off the search, you have always already arrived, for you have never left. What you desire and long for most in life, behind all appearances, has truly never left you. Each moment is a perpetual invitation to a party you’re already at. Just take a deep breath, pause and recognize this Eternal Truth, by leaving the separate self behind, that there is ONLY This, JUST THIS!
A True nondual experience is the recognition that all there is Is God, all there is Is Spirit, all there is Is Oneness in all it’s radiant glory. There is no other, there is no you even, no sliver of separation anywhere. There is only Wholeness and Perfection, right now, right here, Just This, in whatever you are doing, thinking, sensing and feeling. Behind the many faces and feelings of life, there is a constancy, a Pure Beingness that always smiling at you in everything that arises. So, call off the search, you have always already arrived, for you have never left. What you desire and long for most in life, behind all appearances, has truly never left you. Each moment is a perpetual invitation to a party you’re already at. Just take a deep breath, pause and recognize this Eternal Truth, by leaving the separate self behind, that there is ONLY This, JUST THIS!
True Freedom or Tyranny?
Article by Bryant Meyers
The Uncertainty principle is one of the most baffling ideas of all of science. The fact that seemingly solid matter at the most fundamental level is nothing but a probability cloud of possibilities is as much of an enigma today as it was back when Heisenberg formulated the principle.
But seen from another angle, freedom is the flip side of uncertainty. For example, my actions might seem random and unpredictable to you, but I know full well what I am doing (most of the time..lol). To give an example, I might go out shopping and make several stops. My itinerary is known to me, but to an outsider it is totally uncertain. If I was determined by you, I would not have freedom. So you can see uncertainty is the flip side of freedom.
But we do not always want uncertainty. Think about machines for example. We want the machines we use to be totally predictable and determined. This determinism at the macroscopic level is free of quantum effects and thankfully so, because if it was not, we could not make anything at all. You want your car to be determined and reliable, you want software programs to do what they are supposed to do, etc. This determinism of machines, computers, and tools we use gives us Freedom to make and create things with them. So you can see Determinism is also the flip side of Freedom.
With this, I want to show how Freedom and Determinism can lead to either a Free Society or one of Tyranny and Communist control.
As paradoxical as it seems, surrendering our free will to God, our Higher Self, or the Divine, gives us the greatest freedom. Why? Because if we are a determined instrument in God's hands, He/She can use us in ways we cannot even dream. Many great works of art, music, writing, science, etc, have come from a divine power working through the artist or scientist. This is the highest freedom, because we become a tool in the hand of God that can be used to create an amazing Divine plan on earth!
Article by Bryant Meyers
The Uncertainty principle is one of the most baffling ideas of all of science. The fact that seemingly solid matter at the most fundamental level is nothing but a probability cloud of possibilities is as much of an enigma today as it was back when Heisenberg formulated the principle.
But seen from another angle, freedom is the flip side of uncertainty. For example, my actions might seem random and unpredictable to you, but I know full well what I am doing (most of the time..lol). To give an example, I might go out shopping and make several stops. My itinerary is known to me, but to an outsider it is totally uncertain. If I was determined by you, I would not have freedom. So you can see uncertainty is the flip side of freedom.
But we do not always want uncertainty. Think about machines for example. We want the machines we use to be totally predictable and determined. This determinism at the macroscopic level is free of quantum effects and thankfully so, because if it was not, we could not make anything at all. You want your car to be determined and reliable, you want software programs to do what they are supposed to do, etc. This determinism of machines, computers, and tools we use gives us Freedom to make and create things with them. So you can see Determinism is also the flip side of Freedom.
With this, I want to show how Freedom and Determinism can lead to either a Free Society or one of Tyranny and Communist control.
As paradoxical as it seems, surrendering our free will to God, our Higher Self, or the Divine, gives us the greatest freedom. Why? Because if we are a determined instrument in God's hands, He/She can use us in ways we cannot even dream. Many great works of art, music, writing, science, etc, have come from a divine power working through the artist or scientist. This is the highest freedom, because we become a tool in the hand of God that can be used to create an amazing Divine plan on earth!