echoes from emptiness

Tag: nonduality

the sea was grievous grey

Photo - Tropical Dusk by Carol Brandt

 

the sea was grievous grey
under a sky of blushing coral

and as I breathed these hues
they morphed, and I saw

sky and sea melt seamlessly into
a monotone quietude of greyness

I stopped in my tracks, my toes alerted
to the change underfoot – it was as if

compelled by some cosmic cue
the teeming sand crabs had disappeared

my antennae reached beyond the sigh
of the wavelets’ lapping and heard

the chorus of feathered critters fall
silent for the night

I stood with held breath, seduced, suffused,
by the immensity of the moment
wondering
how fulfilment could possibly
be fuller
than in an earth-instant
truly noticed

 


Photo credit – another stunner from my friend Carol Brandt. A different beach; same tones, same mood.


on “spiritual inquiry” – be warned

Image credit: Jaypee Online - Flickr

-

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

-

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

-

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

-

how cool is that?

-


Image credit: Jaypee Online – Flickr

“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

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

.

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

 

all bugged up : breathing in…

 

Yeshe Tsogyal

 

breathing in

I smile

[lungs rattling, terrorist bugs at war with antibiotics, cough like a dying camel,
green goo by the spittoon-full, aching chest, watery eyes]

 

breathing out

I smile

[silence, stillness, serenity, pristine perfect, incorruptible, immovable,
unknowable Awareness - - - utterly unaffected]

 

breathing in, breathing out

being breathed

and

being bugged

 

I smile

 


Image source

A deep bow to my Dharma namesake and inspiration, Yeshe Tsogyal

 

please don’t lie to me

Please don't lie to me....

please

don’t tell me you don’t know
exactly WHAT you are:

that you ARE the peace and sweet release
you seek

. . .

I know you’ve looked;
you’ve seen, you’ve conceded
that
- nothing you know
-  nothing you think
-  nothing you feel
- nothing you remember
- nothing you experience
can be what you are

since

- all these phenomena
-  all these perceptions
- all these peculiarities

come and go

yet

your bright alive Knowingness remains

. . .

Beloved – even your pain
your suffering, your grief, rise and fall -
you’ve seen how they wither
(along with your hubris)
when you drop out of your story
and into mind-fucking
immeasurable
timelessness
that never changes

don’t tell me you haven’t yet fallen
back/forward/down/across/into
THIS
that can’t be known
or experienced

don’t lie to me, Beloved

I don’t believe you

. . .

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