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!
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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
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only this Nothing that excludes nothing
remains, on Its knees
and excruciatingly sweet
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emptiness loves emptying
that’s it’s nature
its forms are endless; beyond mind’s conjecture
you can’t arrive
at an apperception of its infinite beingness
by any practice or prayer
it is too ever-present
without ever arriving, it’s always here
propelled by memories of childhood intimidation
I toppled into the Venus flytrap called wee-me
my body’s ultra-sticky reflexive reactions
instantly creating a powerless self
that set about consuming itself
propelled by the practice of presence
I fell back into the changeless nameless
where nothing can stick or stain
and neither self nor no-self are on the menu
It’s curious to see how many supposedly ‘awakened’ dreamers teach that there is ‘no doer’ yet go on, often at considerable cost, to give instructions as to what should be done.
The wild wideawakeness that obliterates the ‘doer’, if the apperception is genuine (and believe me, you’ll know), wipes all traces of doer-ship from past, present and future.
Its revelation is that the supposed doer is synonymous with time.
Therefore, any practice that takes time – even some forms of meditation – will take one further from unknowable Knowingness, not closer. Actually, it’s impossible to be closer to what is being sought than one already is.
The ending of time is the awakening to a Life vibrantly alive in this naked and ever-fresh moment.