naked knowingness needs no witness

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liquidly shimmering spider webs
diamante dewdrops sparkling on long tangled grass
long, deep shadows thrown by still-sleepy shrubbery

currawong calling up the day

delicious saturation of greens under cerulean
cool, fresh lightning-charged air
billowing lace drapes…

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naked knowingness needs no witness;
it simply recognizes itSelf
wherever
it casts
its net of perception

~

there is no witness

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When the penny drops, there’s no way for it
– or its inventor (me/you) – to go back.
It’s not a question of not wanting to,
or of wanting to ‘for the sake of others.’

When the penny drops, the place it drops to is no-where.
And the one who thought up whole penny-idea is awol.
So there’s nobody to go back
and nowhere to go back from or to.

The full impact of this isn’t apparent at first.
It unfolds like a flower: petal by petal.
Watching, one sees the shifts in behavior,
especially in one’s reactions.

One sees the vast liberation that was never-not-present.
One sees the joy that has no cause or meaning.
One sees, but no-one watches.
There is no witness!

Watching sees and that Watching is what One is.

~

unimaginable: unfurling unlit light

177

In the deep darkness of night – no slumber in sight – bum sits on cushion, eyelids draw down of their own accord, breath flows in breath flows out.  Beat of heart, song of great silence.

Out of infinite velvet blackness points of energy emerge.

They spiral into appearance, and as they do so they take on mandala-like forms.  Some are glorious flowers.  Others are crystalline and geometric.  Others are snowflake-like, a blend of organic curvaceous-ness and geometric patterning.  Still others are spirals, simple vortexes, or radiating arms like the spira mirabilis.  There is no color, only milk-white light playing in the black vastness.

The energy forms appear to move towards the witnessing Awareness, spiraling and expanding, and then they move right through and into IT –

an endlessly unfurling pulsation
emerging, spiraling, flowering, and flowing,
penetrating and dissolving into
the unknowable Knowingness
that is ceaselessly watching.

~

who or what witnesses?

172

if myself-me is this mind
thinking its endless stream of thoughts

then who or what witnesses?

.

if myself-me is these feelings
of pain or rejection, satisfaction or joy

then who or what witnesses?

.

if myself-me is this timeline of
experiences – the good the bad and the ugly

then who or what witnesses?

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thinking self, feeling self, historical self
– all are creations of consciousness
think-ing, feel-ing, experience-ing

.

try a little thought experiment:
suspend the myself-me concept
just for a moment –
just to see for yourself
(it won’t go away, you can
adopt it again, or not)

what remains?

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‘I’

endlessly

silently

choicelessly

witnessing

‘IT’-self

~