echoes from emptiness

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lessons from the lifeboat

Lessons from the Lifeboat

Seventy years on and still floating along. This morning’s sit sent me scrambling for my pencil and here’s what downloaded – a list of seven treasured wisdoms the old girl has learnt (so far…)

peace

is this rock-solid, inescapable

aware-ing

contentment

is simply the end of seeking

salvation

separation

is a story without verifiable

substance

suffering

is an argument with Life’s

thusness

compassion

is meeting Life’s thusness without

a story

joy

is unbridled delight at Life’s endless

wonderment

grace

is the gift of this unshakeable

understanding

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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

. . .

yes, but …

314

being seeing is being peace

yes, but who is “being seeing”?
no one, only the beingness of sensorial perception
– some folk would call it primordial awareness

yes, but who is “being peace”?
no one, only the beingness of choiceless awareness
– some folk would call it pure consciousness

yes, but “who is”?
no one, only all-that-is, right-now, right-here
– some folk would call it simple suchness

~

my version of peace

303

Today I’m off to hospital for the knee surgery that was postponed in December last year.  Given the events that set the scenario in motion – a motorcycle accident in Athens, Greece, 1972, and given the subsequent wear and tear in over 30 years of leg-work, it’s easy to see that it’s all happening as it must. Gratitude for my Orthopedic surgeon and his team, and for access to a humane hospital facility.

.

Like most folk I longed for emotional equanimity
But longing – like its twin, avoiding – isn’t something wee-me does
it’s what wee-me is.

When dear wee-me was exposed for what-it-is
its games were seen as mental skylarking, and
the ideal of equanimity ceased to be relevant.

This unknowable knowingness – let’s call it ‘I’
is untroubled by the ups and downs of life,
by the dangers and pleasures of emotional expression.

Resting as ‘I’, emotions are free to be.
And in that freedom they rise,
swirl and fade
like the mists on this mountain.

That’s my version of peace.

~

after the fall into calamitous clarity

302

after the fall
into calamitous clarity
one cannot call either the state of war
or the state of peace ‘real’

the only reality is the knowing
of war or peace

this unknowable knowingness
which hosts and populates
perception’s phenomena
never takes sides
and has nothing to lose
or to gain
ever

~

r e s t : r e l a x : r e l e a s e

277

Dull sky draped over grey and textured sea.
A couple of early fishing boats buzzing about stalking their prey.
Palm fronds quiet, enjoying a rare rest on this storm-pregnant dawn.

.

Do you favor the ‘neti-neti’ (not-this, not-this) path or are you inclined towards the ‘yes-yes’ (yes to everything) approach to Truth?

I found out that it makes no difference what path one ‘signs up’ for or what one practices. Once the source of all your utterances is given space, silent unknowable knowingness is laid bare.

And IT couldn’t care less what path you take, or how diligent your practice might be; IT is utterly unaffected.

.

Rest.  Relax.  Release.

Returning to suchness is peace.

Ahhhhhh …

~

it’s all the same to I

272

this soundly sleeping body was the scene of a mozzie-massacre in the night:
today an insect screen will be mended!

.

sleep or no sleep
comfort or discomfort
peace or irritation -
it’s all the same to I

sob and bitch and moan
laugh and giggle and grin
gossip and lies and satsang -
it’s all the same to I

.

I is simply I:
no conditions affect It
no purpose distracts It
no preference confuses It
no definition contains It

I is YES! to everything
without even being asked

~

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