when the myth of separation erases itself
from the mind’s story-trove
one free-falls into a view (there’s no choice about it)
the shock of seamless intimacy is usually hair-raising
no separation! outside & inside – same!
– – –
all those stories one tells oneself about oneself
and the mythical others
all those resolutions made in the aching lostness:
practice! diligence! discretion!
all those stern exclusions: the egotist, the phoney
the ignorant, the ‘evil’…
all those fantasies about embracing
some Unknowable Immensity
all those comforting conclusions; certitudes acquired
along a streaming lifeline
gone – synapses wiped
– – –
only this Nothing that excludes nothing
remains, on Its knees
and excruciatingly sweet
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‘I’ is the eye of existence.
‘Me’ is the figment of fantasy that imagines itself owner of that eye. ‘Me’ is the way ‘I’ refers to itself, yet neither an ‘I’ nor a ‘me’ can ever be located.
The I-eye of clear Awakeness is owned by nothing – no circumstance, no person/entity, no thing whatsoever.
It is never born, although the body- mind organism it saturates and substantiates appears to be born.
It never dies, although its ‘host’ will appear to do so.
It can never be found, for it is always inseparable from that which seeks.
‘I’ is nothing to do with me, or any other personal pronoun.
That’s all that can be known – or said – about It.
And even that’s two words too many.
Can old friendships survive this mind-shift?
The ‘person’ I appear to be, is a story in the mind of a sentient creature, and that creature cannot help but assemble its version of ‘me’ according to its conditioning.
Its conditioning determines acceptance or rejection as a ‘friend’ and is the brain’s device for determining those things – including people – that will comfort it, agree with it, support its survival. In short, what we commonly call friendship is a fantasy. If my friendship is determined by such needs it’s not a genuine relationship at all.
Wild wideawakeness shines an uncompromising light on such dissembling. Some friendships fall away naturally, some survive because at root they are story-free, or because the stories are recognized for what they are.
When the fantasy aspect of friendship has melted away along with all other fantasies, the stage is swept clean and there is room for true relating to occur. One-in-One.
It makes no difference whether the friend understands this savage wisdom or not. For in Truth there is no other who could be called a friend.
person running for their life,
keeping ahead of the competition
imagining the joys of winning,
and the misery of failure,
fearful of the finishing line
which denotes the end to their
participation in the human
race w h e w
no separate person
no separate others
no competition or race
no fear or fantasy
no shoulds or suffering
no birth or death
just the sweet, mellow, peaceful
of Life’s unfolding
in total fulfillment a h h h h
it’s true that the word is not the thing
but words can be powerful pointers
it’s fun, and often revealing
to take them apart
and see what can be seen:
see Freud and co
(hang on by skin of)
contingent upon …
neurosis, source of suffering
(she can’t help it; she used to be a teacher)