a bet against nothing

 

Karen Divine - iPhone photography

 

The suitors came a-courting –
some to convert; others
to conquer.

They built their bowers
and cast their glittering nets
but

it was a bet against nothing
and nothing always
won.

 

See, I was taken at birth by
a groom I could never meet;
wed for life to Its presence

(inescapably cradled,
unconditionally
loved)

our consummation flowering
in my disappearance –
afresh in every instant.

 

My groom is the keeper of nothingness:
the nothing that can’t be named
or owned, yet

overflowingly fulfills.
It is my constant consort.
And so, tonight

I drink my wine and dance
alone.
How could I be happier?

 


Image:  iPhone photography by Karen Divine

Karen’s work is featured at my website the awakened eye


this savage wisdom somehow soothes

362

reality

[aka

confusion
disconnection
resentment
frustration
cowardice
grief]

isn’t optional

reality

[aka

clarity
intimacy
gladness
ease
courage
joy]

isn’t optional

if I scream for a break from this full-on life
with all its dualistic extremes
I’ve gone and forgotten
again

 that reality isn’t optional

and how extraordinary to find that this
savage wisdom somehow soothes
and silences, softly,
sweetly,
the voice of she-who-screams

 ~

when I talk to you

258

When I talk to You
do I talk to an object?

You are the Beloved,
– my known ‘Beingness’.
But is Beingness a ‘thing?’

I look and I find You displayed
wherever my senses land
wherever my thoughts lead…

You never hide
but You cannot be found
or defined.

Yet You only display your creation
– ‘world’ –
via this energy pattern called ‘me’ –
an infinity of ‘me’s.

And I – (with open awe and wonder)
realize that there is no I
that can be anything apart from You.

When I talk to ‘world’
in every shape and form
I talk to You

Beloved.

~

you are the world

54

“You are the world!” Krishnamurti insisted

no world?

nothing to be sensed,
no sentient beings

no sentient beings?

nothing to sense,
no world

 

the great knowledge of indigenous peoples
makes profound sense
of the sensuous:

nomads tracing songlines
gypsies ritually roaming
walking, singing, painting, dancing
world-ing the world
in inextricable intimacy

~

a mute ‘eureka!’

37

the ‘pearl’
is often misunderstood

many take it to be the realization of
‘no-self’ –
in spite of the peculiar absence of a
self that could realize a no-self!

it’s not about self or no-self,
illusion or enlightenment,
form or emptiness
duality or non-duality

it’s about the cessation of all such notions

it’s about a mute ‘eureka!’
beyond the reach of the notion-spinner
thought-weaver, experience-craver
yet more intimate than one’s own skin

~