I’ve been there
crouched low,
riding a tunnel wave
but it wasn’t in that
rolling roaring wetness
it was in this
silent
unfathomable
ocean of Being
imagine my amazement
to discover – here
in this human form -
an aging amphibious
void-surfer
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Image source unknown – if it’s yours, please advise!
awakening from sleep
awareness arrays a new-born world
splashes face
gropes for zafu
settles butt, folds legs
inhales the fragrant flowering gums
chuckles with the kookaburra
trembles with the palm fronds
sips steaming green tea
disappears into a silence
that senses every tone and texture
breathes – is breathed
marvels, that
not one scientist, philosopher or sage
can explain how any of this can possibly occur
on an exquisite pulsing rock
awhirl in a numinous space -
a space inseparable from
the immense, immeasurable awareness
in which it all appears
. . .
Image source – Parallax
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propelled by memories of childhood intimidation
I toppled into the Venus flytrap called wee-me
my body’s ultra-sticky reflexive reactions
instantly creating a powerless self
that set about consuming itself
impressive!
-
propelled by the practice of presence
I fell back into the changeless nameless
numinous no-thing-ness
where nothing can stick or stain
and neither self nor no-self are on the menu
nothing special
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swooning
under cascading stars
drunk
on your fragrance divine
:
jasmine!
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frost bejewels my gaze;
beyond the pane
a hoary garden shivers
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The sky is powder blue and cloudless.
Like a cartoon cut-out
defiant against the celestial foreverness
stands a tall straight palm,
its huge bracts lavishly festooned with nectar berries -
breakfast au plein air for birds, beetles, insects.
High above the bracts,
the palm fronds erupt into a wild dance
celebrating – as though their lives depended on it.
Behind the palm and the security fence
the surface of the swimming pool is tickled
by the quirky breeze. It trembles.
Nodding demurely by its edge
clusters of coral bougainvillea
saturate the eye with impossible tropical color.
This is ‘n’ – the thusness of now-this-here
in which quivers of yearning
and shudders of aversion
find no place.
Everything, everything
exists as ubiquitous Presence
presenting Itself to Itself.
Just so.
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anything to report?
.
metaphorically stark naked
on my trusty zafu
just a couple of breaths
between mind’s madness
and immaculate stillness
there is
only
this pristine awareness
aware-ing
only this
unnameable Word
penetrating, embracing, enfolding
forming and transforming
loving without measure
or condition
only this
bright inescapable benediction
oh Lover!
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