memo to mind

Dear team-member:


It has come to our notice that you’ve been indulging

in speculation, prediction,

definition and generalisation


what it will be/is like after “awakening” occurs,

how to recognise an “awake” human being,

and even the degree of your own “awakening.”


 In other words, you’ve been snoozing on the job

and entertaining yourself in an indisious dream

in which you assume some kind of god-identity

and dish out judgement.


Not good teamwork, comrade Mind!


Speculation only serves to separate,

and we all know this team is a seamless unit;

seamless, spacious and silent.


What is your life about, anyway?
Nothing but a struggle to be someone.
Nothing but a running from your own silence.
– Rumi


We note that you get very edgy around silence.

(Your earnest claim of being no one

shatters silence as effectively as any “struggle to be someone.”)


Arthur Boyd, Sleeping Woman with Dragonfly and Watching Figure, c.1964


Dear comrade,

have you noticed

the iridescent miracle

hovering at the window of wonderment?


Are you aware

of the Beloved’s presence,

eyes bloodshot from its sleepless lifelong vigil?


Have you marvelled

at the way the life-stream flows on, inevitably,

without minding (without minding).


– – –


Please reconsider your function and report back.
Thank you.  You are a valued member of the team.


Arthur Boyd (1920 – 1999), Sleeping Woman with Dragonfly and Watching Figure c.1964
Pastel on paper, 48.5 x 63.0 cm

Apologies to Arthur Boyd for hijacking his artwork for poetic purposes.


how can I believe in two, when I fail to find even one?


the dream and its awareing
appear to be two

but can one exist
without the other?

try as I might
I can’t extricate myself from
either, and I ask myself:

how can I believe in two
when I fail to find even one?


grace supports sunyata-addicts


Moving-out day today.  With the carrier coming at 8am and the body exhausted, it hardly seemed possible that I’d wake early enough to sit.  (No, I don’t use techno-aids to awaken.)

How interesting then, to be woken up on the dot of 5am by the merry tinsel-town tune of the door-chimes!

Particularly interesting, since they are still disconnected and this time there are no electrical storms around.

That ‘fickle finger of fate’, a-k-a Grace, has been over-riding mere physicality again.  It seems to support sunyata-addicts.  It’ll do anything, anything, to wake one up from the big dream.  Hmmm, that feels pretty nice, if a touch scary.


chewing the old cud


There’s a sense of the galaxy of the known receding.  Yet I cannot say ‘behind’ me, for there’s no sense of forward movement; no pulling away or avoidance.

It’s more like gravity has lost its force and one floats in infinite space, directionless and positionless.

It’s like one is that space.

Then a call comes to communicate and one turns into some-thing that speaks, chews the old cud, spins the old stories, dances delightedly in the old dream…

And one never leaves that spaciousness for an instant.


something silent watches



An uncontrollable nervous repetitive twitch in the eye area is called a ‘tic’.

Living one’s miraculous livingness in tic-toc mode is similarly repetitive and twitchy – knee-jerk responses dominate the day.  There’s an absolute abdication to conditioning. The gears and pulleys of thinking merrily toil on; the default ‘doer’ dreams its version of the dream and claims all credit for itself, while blame, natch, belongs elsewhere.

For some this way of being-a-life works fine – in their opinion it’s non-negotiable.  No worries.  Yet.

For others it’s dysfunctional and causes inexplicable discontent:  “Is this all there is?”

In every sentient soul something silent watches, and when ripeness is ripe IT pulls the lynch-pin right out of the works.  Nothing whatsoever changes to the Changeless.  But tic-toc mode is history.

No more habitude!  No more sleepwalking through the miracle of one’s life!


the revelation of wideawakeness


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

sweet release


within this dream (which has no without)
every action performed seems to spring from the sense of personhood –
a me/doer, a someone, who chooses and controls

waking up in the dream means realizing
that the inexorable movement of Life has been the doer all along,
and that the dreamer just snatched all the credit – or the blame –
in an attempt to feel real

there’s immense release in this:

no one to beat up
no one to blame
no one to be proud
no one to be humble
no one to be guilty

sweet release: are you ready for it?