echoes from emptiness

journaling a mindshift

Tag: fulfillment

a willingness to disappear

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analyze and adapt
diagnose and dialogue
formulate and fix
trance, track, tap:
so many ways to place
kiss-it-better
patches on the pain
of fragmentation

we call it healing
and invent new modalities by the minute
to ease the symptoms, which also
multiply by the minute, fattening the catalogue
of official psychological disorders

but until the trickster called time
is exposed and deposed
our little healings are just brief remissions
from the ache of incompleteness

to heal is to make whole

that’s why the true sages carry no band-aids
but go straight to the root of fragmentation
- time -
conjurer of the ‘me’-mirage
with its default sense of separation
and its insatiable appetite for union

they know that the ending of time
restores immeasurable wholeness
- no faith, no belief, no training required

only a willingness to disappear
into now and this and here

~

an instantaneous sightless seeing

228

This morning what’s striking me as utterly wondrous is the sheer inevitability of everything.  Sometimes I would wonder whether this is a gift of ripening age – one can see far enough back down the tracks to be aware of how the dots connect over the span of decades.  But nowadays I notice this wonderment being expressed by those who are youthful – and wideawake.  I’ve come to see that wonderment, awe, and an unbidden humility arise in the naked encounter with ‘what-is’ – unadorned suchness. This brings me to my knees.

The inevitability of ripeness and readiness for awakening – but always in their own time and on their own terms.

Eventually, when ripeness was ready, there was an instantaneous sightless seeing that everything I believed I was doing was happening in its own way, by its own accord, at its own pace.  There was seeing that nothing happening has anything to do with ‘me’ and that beyond the craziness of appearances everything flows harmoniously.

Retiring, relaxing, ml slips out of the time/space grid, returns to the womb of One-derment, where, neither watching nor waiting, ‘I’ is totality and sweet fulfillment.

~

the best kept secret in creation

173

Vegetarian souls earnestly give up eating meat, ignoring the insistence of the Meat Marketing Board’s advertising;  the health conscious cancel caffeine from their diet yet still use coffee houses as meeting places;  many of us abstain from alcohol in spite of the presence of a pub on every corner, and avoid nicotine while remaining visually bombarded by cigarette advertising.

A handful of humans have awakened from the illusion of being a separate rock-solid entity and happily cohabit with the mainstream mass of dreamers.  But even when suspicious of its hazardous affects on health, society and the planet, most of us struggle to even challenge the solid-self notion.  It’s seldom questioned at all.  Such inquiry is reserved for philosophers and mystics.  All the contextual ‘evidence’ for separate-self’s sustained existence and validity is trotted out, but none of that is up for scrutiny either.

I wonder why we are never taught the difference between concept and Reality at home, or at school.  I guess it would collapse the currency of a materialistic economy if children grew up in disregard of the advertising that would have them believe that happiness had a price and came with conditions, labels and images.

The empty essence of human Beingness is the best kept secret in creation, which is a great shame because the total fulfillment it reveals remains under wraps as well.

~

‘I’ is the ing-ing of the world

137

morning report:

raining softly puddling
greenly guzzling growing
pattering roofmurmuring
peeing neighbor relieving
flushing toilet emptying
impatient  traffic up-gearing
fountain pen scribbling
flickering candlelighting
steaming tea sipping

‘I’ is the ing-ing of the world

always
just this, right now, right here
always at home
always fulfilled

 

what a way
to start a day!

~

I is inescapable awareness

132

I is the rising
sun
I is the budding
bougainvillea
I is the opening
palm frond
I is the flickering
candle
I is the marveling
brain
I is the numbing
leg
I is the writing
hand
I is the revving
truck
I is the coo-cooing
dove
I is the in-and-out
breath
I is the beating
heart

 

I is inescapable Awareness –
the totality of fulfillment
and incomprehensible abundance

~

racetrack – gracetrack

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Racetrack?

person running for their life,
keeping ahead of the competition
imagining the joys of winning,
accomplishing, achieving,
and the misery of failure,
fearful of the finishing line
which denotes the end to their
participation in the human
race  w h e w

Gracetrack?

no separate person
no separate others
no competition or race
no fear or fantasy
no shoulds or suffering
no birth or death

just the sweet, mellow, peaceful
graciousness
of Life’s unfolding
in total fulfillment  a h h h h

~

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