are you that free?

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The reach of your compassion reveals the degree of your wideawakeness
and conversely
the authenticity of your unconditional freedom
is the reach of your compassion.

 

Echoes from Emptiness: Contemplation - "Am I that free?"

 

Compassion begins at home. Begins here.

Are you free to feel the immeasurable depth of your unspeakable pain?

to melt into its fear-full embrace without withdrawal?

to dive deeper yet, without coming up for air

without gasping or grasping for causes, meanings, healing?

to arrive at the altar of the world’s pain;

to light your small candle there amongst the galaxy of flickering lights

and on that sacred clay, to drop to your knees and whisper the holy halleluiah?

Are you that free?


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here I is!

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Earth’s summer breath embraces the coolness of the pre-dawn atmosphere and for an hour or so reveals itself as soft mistiness. Through the big trees camellia blooms are showing pinkly; there’s a tree covered in huge scarlet trumpets and another clothed in a purple so intense it could explode:

Echoes from Emptiness: Jacaranda in full bloom, NSW, Australia

 

I sees but does not watch

I hears but does not listen

I feels but does not touch

I tastes but does not eat

I smells but does not inhale

I is freedom without the ‘from’

I perceives but doesn’t conceptualize

I has never been born and can never die

I is the still, silent, ubiquitous point at the centre of the spinning world

I has never believed one single belief nor thought one thought nor made one choice

I is amoral, innocent, unconditioned intelligence which has nothing to do with intellect

I is joy without cause

I is love without object

I is what one is
and what all sentient beings are
bottom-line,
fundamental,
I-ness
I-ing

 

(as the perfect purple of a Jacaranda bloom)


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my version of peace

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Today I’m off to hospital for the knee surgery that was postponed in December last year.  Given the events that set the scenario in motion – a motorcycle accident in Athens, Greece, 1972, and given the subsequent wear and tear in over 30 years of leg-work, it’s easy to see that it’s all happening as it must. Gratitude for my Orthopedic surgeon and his team, and for access to a humane hospital facility.

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Like most folk I longed for emotional equanimity
But longing – like its twin, avoiding – isn’t something wee-me does
it’s what wee-me is.

When dear wee-me was exposed for what-it-is
its games were seen as mental skylarking, and
the ideal of equanimity ceased to be relevant.

This unknowable knowingness – let’s call it ‘I’
is untroubled by the ups and downs of life,
by the dangers and pleasures of emotional expression.

Resting as ‘I’, emotions are free to be.
And in that freedom they rise,
swirl and fade
like the mists on this mountain.

That’s my version of peace.

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how cool is that, Beloved?

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Grasping the impossibility of a separate autonomous self with which one can ‘I’dentify opens the door to savage wisdom.

Awakening to the now-ness, this-ness and here-ness of consciousness playing the phenomenal self, to its marvelous imPERSONation within Life’s dream, is awakening to freedom.

At last one can speak authentically of self-love, for all versions of self are none other than IT knowing ITself.

How cool is that, Beloved?

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who will pay the price?

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To be in a position where you can do what you truly love, when you wish, and how;
where you can be the being you intuit yourself to be, and long to express;
where clarity and contentment are unwavering states of mind
– isn’t this the core longing of every human being?
Isn’t this what most people would call freedom?

Yet who will pay the price?  The utter, total relinquishment of everything they think about themselves and their life – all those precious stories, all those achievements and injustices, all those dreams of a glorious future …

She-who-scribbles wouldn’t, couldn’t.  She was heavily invested in her self-construct.  But the longing was so intense that Life took the matter into ITs own hands and set up a scenario that by-passed gentle relinquishment.  IT simply put her in circumstances where everything was wiped out without her having any choice in the matter.

What unspeakable Grace!

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