no-thing

the shock of seamless intimacy

 
Miriam Louisa Simons: the shock of seamless intimacy

 

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)

that’s viewerless

the shock of seamless intimacy is usually hair-raising

devastating, humbling

no separation! outside & inside – same!

repeat: 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

aye

all those comforting conclusions; certitudes acquired

along a streaming lifeline

gone – synapses wiped

– – –

only this Nothing that excludes nothing

remains, on Its knees

utterly undone

fully full

and excruciatingly sweet

– – –

 

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the empress of emptiness

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the empress of emptiness
walks alone,
cast off
by her cronies and courtiers

see, she refused to wear
their stitched-together stories
one more moment: she
walks naked

no new clothes (or old)
so transparent
she is only visible to
the innocent eye

a nobody, a no-thing
she is, simply,
whatever you choose
to think she is

~

the revelation of wideawakeness

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if this wideawakeness fails to erase the dream
of personal doer-ship, you’re still dozing
if it fails to erase the concept
of separate self, you’re still dreaming
if it fails to erase the assumption
of a solid, objective, real world
(ie time and space)
you’re still fantasizing

this is what wideawakeness reveals:
no-thing … Life-ing …
in the boundless non-temporal womb of Creation,
totally nourished and supported
by ITs Light and Grace

~
sublime . . . s w e e t . . . e  a  s  e
~

this isn’t a riddle

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there appears to be a hand – a rather small right hand
with a favored fountain pen – Waterman, from Paris
miraculously making marks – aquamarine, tidy,
on paper – white with blue lines,
in a notebook – small, fat, spiral-bound,
and a brain that directs the hand to
make clusters of letters and words,
which it can then re-cognize

yet no-thing here has a hand or a brain;
yet no-thing here writes or reads

if this sounds like a riddle
perhaps it’s because you
take yourself to be
a person-package …

gladness –
packages were made to be unpacked!

~

ever-present ‘I’ is an eternal insomniac

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I seek a shift in common language,
a way to say what is actually meant

I speak of I, but don’t mean I
as a thing

I speak of it as that (mystery)
which manifests function and
process

I speak of I as ‘It’

but this ‘It’ is no-thing either, yet thought
would instantly turn it into a thing in
time and space

I as ‘It’ occupies neither time nor
space, yet – magician that it is –
manifests both in order to
show up for the party

I as ‘It’ is never caught napping;
ever-present ‘I’ is an eternal insomniac,
resting as unknowable Knowingness

and wideawake – to the n

~