is either ‘for’ or ‘against’
your being free
one of my teachers sagely pointed out
that everything is definitely ‘against’
then along came another who shook
her curls and laughed:
it’s all set up for your delight!
how could you bear to miss one morsel?
they were both right of course –
it all depends on whether one’s view
is from the look-out of ‘me + world’
or ‘me = world’
in their compassion and kindness
both gave me the key
to the secret of secrets:
you get to decide which look-out you’ll accept
and which version of the Game you’ll play
you get to decide
[That’s the Game in a nutshell. Which version are you playing?]
‘me’ is a mystery
to myself and to the world
of teeming memies
it morphs on-demand
to become … whatever is
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
I keep on checking
but I always fail to find
a ‘within’ or ‘out there’
apart from thoughts in mind
so how can I ‘go within’
to ‘nurture’ the Immeasurable
or ‘cultivate’ it in the world
when ‘world’ and ‘me’ are inseparable?
if there’s no ‘there’ out there
(and this isn’t hard to see)
the buck stops right here
in this matrix called ‘me’
with nowhere to go
and nowhere to hide
no inner, outer, higher or lower
the heart can open wide
can kiss each wondrous moment
with a love that can’t be taught
the only way you’ll stop it
is to entertain a thought
Sculpture: Meditating Woman by Dorothy Frankel
machine-mind (programmed for conclusions and certitude) asks:
how can you prove oneness, wholeness, nonduality?
fully defragged matrix-mind replies:
simply by failing to find proof of separation
[your ultimate and assured defeat in this quest
cancels all the questions
and leaves you blinking
O M G
O N L Y
T H I S !
Painting by Kazuaki Tanahashi, at ‘the awakened eye’
emptiness loves emptying
that’s it’s nature
its forms are endless; beyond mind’s conjecture
you can’t arrive
at an apperception of its infinite beingness
by any practice or prayer
it is too ever-present
without ever arriving, it’s always here
a friend who knew me as a child
tells me I was – in spite of a tendency for promiscuity
and contrariness – always a closet mystic
he’s wrong, you know
I’ve never shared the mystic’s striving for union
with the One
I simply wanted to know whether the notion of One
was true, and if so, to prove it to myself
for myself by myself
I walked the neti-neti highway from horizon to horizon
until I fell off the edge of the world
and into the heart of here, where
‘I’ was the only eye and ear and all the senses shouted:
t h u s!
there’s no mystic here striving for union
with the One
this is what’s here, my old friend:
an unknowable, yet inescapable
cosmic narcissist, naked and guileless
playing with itself
– its One and only self –
in every conceivable form and fashion
(did I mention a tendency
Is Advaita* philosophy fatalistic? Escapist? Depressing? Negative?
Perhaps, if you’re asking from the perspective of an assumed independent entity, one who claims personal responsibility and purpose and is driven by either the carrot dangling from the stick in front, or the pressure of the ‘thou shalts’ from the rear. Perhaps, if you believe in goodness and evil, right and wrong, and that it’s ‘you’ that exercises the power to choose between them.
Perhaps not, if you’ve looked deeply and discovered that the independent person you took yourself to be is (gulp) a construction built up from thoughtstuff. Perhaps not, if, having profoundly understood this, you see that beliefs aren’t something you have but what the imaginary person is.
In the world of appearances, it always depends on where you’re looking from.
Looking from the absolute impossibility of independent person-hood, to whom could it matter? Looking from the relative reality of a daily life however – the one we apparently inhabit – it matters all right. Damn right it matters.
But there’s something about the weird knowing (weird in that there’s no knower) that ‘I’ is the ball of thoughts bouncing back and forth in an infinite rally creating the illusion of separation, as well as their very source, that bestows the freedom to be fully and fantastically human.
This is life’s ultimate brain-numbing and head-shaking paradox.
*Advaita = not two. Actually, not even one. Indivisible thusness.