wholly whole and holy

ma deva padma - existence

 

So.  Here we are.  Sitting upon our lotus-leaf

pondering the paradox

that there is no inner and outer to this experience

of exist-ing.

Not only is the fabric of our being

felted from the Primordial Awareness we can’t

escape,

but every appearance we consider

‘other’

is similarly ex-pressed from that source.

And if there’s no inside/outside,

no this/that

no me/other

it means this:

there’s nowhere to hide

 

We love to think that our quiet denial

of the pain too unspeakable to countenance,

is safely hidden from view.

 

Or, and this is more common,

we are no longer aware of it

as it vibrates below the limn

of our consciousness.

 

Perhaps we stitch together satisfying stories about

our awakened understanding.

(Or the absence thereof.)

Yet in moments of self-honesty we can see:

our scars go before us

laying out the trajectory of our lives.

 

Every stitch in the tapestry

of our magnificent ‘me’

is displayed across the cosmos.

 

All is known.

Because there’s nowhere for anything

to hide.

 

This is exquisite.

It’s a realisation that throws open the possibility

that the wound we have spent a lifetime

avoiding, can become the catalyst

for an unimaginable new View.

 

How come?

 

No inside/outside, remember?

No separation, remember?

Only One immeasurable inconceivable Whole is happening.

It’s like an eyeless eye.

 

It

knows Itself

intimately, lovingly

in all the discarded, denied details

of our every wound,

every misdeed and regret,

every choked-back emotion,

every failure to love…

 

and still It loves us

nourishes

holds

and

lives us

 

so

 

how could we not be safe?

we can come out

we can stand up

we can own up

we can shine

 

wholly whole and holy

 


 

Sorry to shout.   But this matters.  Evidence of unintegrated primal pain is displayed for all to see across our world at this time.  Imagine what the scene would be like if emotionally mature grown-ups were carrying the best interests of humanity forward, rather than beings frozen at the age of three?  This is probably as close as I will ever come to making a political statement.

 


Image copyright Ma Deva Padma, Existence, from the Osho Zen Tarot


bad dog day

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So, here I am this soft mellow morning with a persistent itch on the brain.  It tells me I should have been more … patient … understanding … tolerant … in the family encounter of yesterday.

It’s closely followed by another itch that tells me my behavior was … direct … honest … overdue.

Then something that doesn’t feel itchy in the slightest says “There’s the mirror old girl.  Take a look.”

“Bad bitch, good bitch – is LOOKING-KNOWINGNESS affected by these arguing itches?”

The itching bitching wags its tail.  What a good game!  Toss me another story to tear up!

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disgusting nondual yukkness

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morning talk-back-yap
(no radio required):

I’m tired have a headache
drank too much cheap red wine last night
shouldn’t have

zoooooommm…
instant hangover-drama cure kicks in:
who’s tired? who’s got a headache?
who drank (and enjoyed) wine?
who regrets it?

the culprit can’t be found:
no one’s available to take the blame

there’s
only this disgusting nondual yukkness

shhhhh!!!

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