echoes from emptiness

on “spiritual inquiry” – be warned

Image credit: Jaypee Online - Flickr

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if you endlessly ponder

your seeming lack of enlightenment

(the proof of;  the reasons for;  the need to overcome)

your life appears to be unenlightened

and is experienced accordingly

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if, for one instant, you stop your pondering

the Real is found to be already and always there

(luminous;  changeless;  already perfect)

and your life, in that instant, IS enlightenment

and is experienced accordingly

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you don’t need to seek or strive or supplicate

you don’t even need to understand or accept or believe

you just need to slow down

get really quiet

and stop

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how cool is that?

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Image credit: Jaypee Online – Flickr

spidermind at the clothesline

St Andrews Cross Spider from www.thisisaustralia.com.au

 

three dark nights she toiled
throwing a silken mooring-line to the backyard clothesline

three bright mornings she watched it break
as the washing was hung out to dry

next night she cast her thread at the picket fence
and in the morning, strong and secure
raised a cocky eyebrow as I came with my basket

I laughed and I bowed to her -
eight-armed embodiment of the mind of creativity

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ps

Instructions for Living A Life:

Pay Attention.
Be Astonished.
Tell About It.

- Mary Oliver


“I’m free!”


The 'me' who claims to be free is just a caged concept ...

 .

as soon as freedom is claimed

infinite potential has been abandoned

.

as soon as happiness is claimed

the joy that’s causeless has been abandoned

.

as soon as awakening is claimed

natural wideawakeness has been abandoned

.

if you want to be free

{{{ unconditionally }}}

try abandoning the mirage of ‘me’

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The wonderful cartoon comes from Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo on Facebook

we need rain

Jacarandas, Kiels Mountain, Queensland

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a violet shower cascades
from the tops of the jacarandas

the kookaburras are shaking the canopy,
breakfasting with glee

what can you say about a giggling tree
a smiling cloudless cerulean sky
and a bunch of birds
with beaks-full of cackle?

just this:

emptiness is fulsome and fabulous
and shaking with laughter

while we, on our tinder-dry mountain
sniff the whiff of early bushfires
and wish it would wet itself soon

.

haiku 21

Pablo Picasso: Carnaval 1958

 

by what unspeakable Grace

this free-fall

into foolishness?

.


Image: Pablo Picasso – Carnaval 1958
Source

dear disappointment

Well hello there Disappointment! You’ve been on my mind of late. I’ve been reflecting on how your gracious appearances in my life were usually both misunderstood and unappreciated. And I reckon I owe you an apology. It’s a bit late coming, but since you are surely impervious to expectation I doubt that will bother you too much.

This morning these words lined up unbidden. They made me smile; I thought you might like to read them.

. . .

Johannes Vermeer: A Lady Writing, detail

. . .

dear disappointment

.

your thumping Grace opened up
a view without a viewer
a life without an agenda
a heart at home in its hallowed holiness

.

your diamond-edged scalpel
shaved clean the fluff and fantasy
called “me-myself-mine”
excising my every erudite question
leaving no trace –

.

not even a shadow of ‘understanding’
survives

.

nothing
a phantom could claim as ‘I am’
or even I am not

.

you turned me towards your ruthless kindness
revealing every betrayal and abuse
every heart-break and aching longing
to be an instant portal
to the eye-popping Knowing
that is unknowable

.

beyond, so utterly beyond,
where every word is empty, hollow, meaningless
untrue
and all there is to do is giggle
at this glorious ever-unfurling
suchness

.

are you not the supreme guide and guru?
is there a faster track to seamless intimacy
with the everyday world of multiplicity?
could there be a greater blessing than your quiet interest
in our stumblings towards the light?

.

take me!
oh have me so completely
that true vulnerability is birthed

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yours

.

truly

.

. . .


Image: Johannes Vermeer: A Lady Writing, detail.

Source – Artmight.com


this mysterious morphing me

this mysterious morphing me

 

‘me’ is a mystery
to myself and to the world
of teeming memies

it morphs on-demand
to become … whatever is
projected-then-perceived

it’s a shape-shifter
expert nanodrama artist
in cunning disguise

 

but no such mystery
shrouds the changeless One called ‘I’
right here, always ON

Creation’s unblinking eye

 


image source

 

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