‘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
Tiny toads hop on moistly gleaming terracotta. There was a shower in the night, and for the first time in two sweltering weeks the airstream flowing into the sanctuary is cool. Well, it’s cooler than skin temperature and that feels heavenly.
‘I’ soothes itself with fresh breezes,
delights itself with the golden dappled dawn,
amuses itself with bird-gossip and highjinks,
scribbles its way across a blank page…
‘I’ is Awareness incarnate,
‘I’ is the eye through which we see the world
and at the same time It is the world appearing.
What else can be said?
There were about a dozen ‘eyes-shut’ dreams last night. Every old-time friend and colleague, every loved place on the planet, seemed to turn up in amazing and absurd stories to press all the buttons that evoke all the emotions that would like to convince one that a Real Person is ‘having a dream!’
I ask myself: Is there any difference at all between these ‘eyes-shut’ dreams and the daytime ‘wide-open-eyes’ dream?
The only difference seems to be that after dreaming while asleep I awaken and say, “Whew. It was only a dream.”
And when dreaming while not sleeping I say, “Oooops. This is real.”
Until wideawakeness kicks in: “Wow! No dream, real or unreal, no dreamer, asleep or awake – only an endless unfolding and dissolving of appearances happening here…”
Life’s spinning Its suchness stories
around Its still and silent dimensionless point.
The tropical sun rises in a typically cloudless sky, sails behind tall eucalypts and timber trellis, projects patterns of golden light and shade on the wall – soft foliage, crisscross trellis with hanging orchids, and in sharper focus, the graceful fronds of potted palms, metal filigree of security screen, and the delicate cotton lacework of the curtain.
All is a-shimmer in ceaseless motion – a wondrous appearance that I cannot find anywhere outside of this mind.
And what views the arisings in this mind?
Ahhhh. That’s the question to silence all questions.
a a a a a h . . . .
About the image:
Tonoscope image of the vowel ‘a’ in sand. The tonoscope was constructed to make the human voice visible without any electronic apparatus as an intermediate link. This yielded the amazing possibility of being able to see the physical image of the vowel, tone or song a human being produced directly. Hans Jenny called this new area of research cymatics, which comes from the Greek kyma, wave. Cymatics could be translated as the study of how vibrations, in the broad sense, generate and influence patterns, shapes and moving processes.
flicker of sunlight on leaf
delicate line of light
scooting along spiderweb
soft shadow-dappled light
on patchwork paving
light creates the appearance of form
but all appearance
is shifting shadow-light
the play of luminous shadows
appearing within the primal Light
that is their source and substance
the primal Light
that is one’s true and perfect nature