Friday, October 31, 2014
on rocky terrain,
or endless paved roadways.
are exactly where they are suppose to be
in the right place at the right time as
this is where we are.
The foot lifts and places itself.
One step at a time
and so the body moves.
like an accident,
a birth or death.
An illness or
are exactly what is suppose to be happening
as this is what is happening.
And depending on our conditioning
we will flow with what is or not.
Resist or welcome the changes
in our life.
And also in this we have no choice
but can see that this is happening.
An inhale and the belly expands.
An exhale and out comes the air
and so life goes on.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
We talk about the different perfumes of Emptiness.
In a vain attempt to name the Nameless.
We are moved to call it Peace or Understanding.
Or in reverence say it is Silence and Knowing.
We put those words in Caps.
To express the beauty and immediacy.
And all those words fail
as This defies description.
A friend suggested yesterday we call it all Crap.
So we do not get confused by all those
Does it matter how we call It?
Is it an It?
Do we need to give a name to know
what we are?
Sunday, September 14, 2014
What do we meet when we meet someone, a friend
or a casual contact?
What is it that resonates in us, or makes us recoil
and turn away?
How could we recognize anything if it did not
already correspond to something alive in us?
If it would be alien we would not recognize it.
When we fall in love with someone it is our own openness,
oneness and depth we fall into.
If we meet the anger and irritation from an apparent other
it is only recognized because it is already known to us.
We simply recognize everything as it
comes into our field of awareness.
It only becomes a problem for an apparent individual who
creates a story that what appears should be different.
We resist and react.
But if we find fault
we only make observations about ourselves
as Nisargadatta and Emerson are aptly telling us:
"First realize that your world is only a reflection of yourself
and stop finding fault with the reflection."
"People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world
is a confession of character."
We only ever meet ourselves.