practice

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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without ever arriving, it’s always here

 

Echoes from Emptiness: emptiness loves emptying

 

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
too intimate
without ever arriving, it’s always here

~

 

I toppled into the Venus flytrap

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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

impressive!

–

propelled by the practice of presence
I fell back into the changeless nameless
numinous no-thing-ness
where nothing can stick or stain
and neither self nor no-self are on the menu

nothing special

~

this naked and ever-fresh moment

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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.

~