‘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
always at home
in this inescapable
bright unlit luminescence
this crucible of Creation:
Mother of time and space;
vast unknowable knowingness
always at rest
in this ultimate abode;
unassailable, yet ever available
prior to the mind
container of consciousness –
beyond the concept of beyond
always at home, always at rest
p e r f e c t
. . .
About prajñāpāramitā – here and here
Expressing the inexpressible is so tricky. As soon as words are uttered – or even thought – there’s duality by default, and the inexpressible is nondual by default.
Poets often speak of merging into oneness but this is misleading and mistaken, because, well, oneness being one, who or what could be outside it to “merge”?
There’s no merging involved in wild wideawakeness. There’s just a waking up to the realization that nothing has ever been divided up – except by thought and language.
Wild wideawakeness embraces the totality of creation – as you, in you, and believe it or not – thanks to you.
wonder births questions
questions birth creativity
creativity births wonderment
The cycle of creation begins with wonder
What exactly wonders?
Not ‘me’, not ‘you’!
Life Itself wonders, and billions of bubbles of sentience (felt as ‘I’-ness) explore its questions in billions of different ways.
The questions will always generate creativity in one form or another, but it takes a ripening awareness for creativity to birth wonderment.
Whose ripening awareness?
Not ‘mine’, not ‘yours’!
It’s a natural ripening without subject or object, without knower or known; a flowering that’s conclusion-free and that operates outside of time.
Creativity cuts through a pattern of thought that has become habitual and reflexive. Yesterday there was the freight train analogy; today – an oceanic oil slick comes to mind.
Habitual patterns of thought are like oil slicks on the surface of oceanic mind.
Oil slicks can be exquisitely patterned. The patterns are complex and colorful; they can rearrange themselves in endless variations. Attractive and seductive – yet how lethal when spread over the living, breathing, ecosystem of an earth ocean!
Mental oil slicks operate in the same suffocating manner. They contain only one component – the output of the conditioned memory machine.
And in the manner of an earthly ocean, when oceanic mind stirs up a storm (with a few fearless questions), crashing waves and spray break up the oil slick.
Even if the break is only temporary, Creation will have had a say.
Creativity will have surfaced.
Creativity is radical discontinuity in a pattern of thought.
~ David Bohm
Continuity of thought creates tic-toc habitude, linear and time-bound, chugging along like a freight train.
It takes some stopping, and can never be derailed volitionally.
Because the person who imagines they ‘have’ volition is the freight train incarnate.
What stops it in its tracks?
When tic-toc activity is clearly apperceived, creativity creeps through the cracks of habitude, slams on the brakes and the thinker-thought train is derailed.
Genuine creativity is Creation’s non-personal Intelligence in action.