Sunday, February 19, 2017

                                                                                                    Photo: Michiel Mussies

Seamless


Do we dare to stand alone?

Dare to question the status quo?
All alone?

Only One?

Everything we hold dear?
Everything we are used too?

Our conditioning has been instrumental in providing us a safe 
environment for us to grow up and then find 
our place in the world.

And when we have grown up do we dare to question
everything we have become so used too?
Everything which tells us that we are soo and soo?
Nationality, cultural identity, gender, family traits, etc.

And for sure these are elements we know 
we are carrying with us.
Our luggage if we hold this too close to us, 
and let it confine us. 
An identity which can weighs us down.

Or are these just elements we play with as we come 
to realise that we are more than the things which appear?

Sometimes it needs courage to first dare to stand apart 
from what we have always known to be me.
In order to create a distance from which we can see 
that we are more than the elements which appear.

We are also the space in which everything shows itself.

And we are as well the perceiving capacity by which
we know ourselves to be and this and that. 
 
We are the sky and the weather. 

A seamless continuum always in process 
and always at rest at the same time.

 

Sunday, January 29, 2017


Curious?



Once the filters of perception are cleared 
the more life is seen as it is.

Simply itself.
Without the interpretations.

Perceiving going on.
And there isn't anyone doing that.

It is already happening.

Clearing the filters of perception
happens through attention.

Attention on the personal identity structure.
Unwinding and unraveling the identification
with what we have learned to call me and mine.

Curious as to what arises in our field of awareness?
What is it that is coming up now?
What are these thoughts, emotions and perceptions?

Where does the perceiving takes place?

And what or who is perceiving?

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Friday, January 6, 2017


Texture


The numbness and ache in toes 
while legs are going up and down
and the landscape
passes by silently.

Unmistakably knowing that this
is what I am, and where I am:
Cycling through the freezing polders of Holland,
 the horizon an orange gold.

The sky so vast 
and close
as to be One thing,
indistinguishable
from what I am and
where I am.

Looking after my ailing mother while
siblings are needling me to do this or that.
Trying to control and program what I am doing.
Knowing and perceiving that what I am is 
freedom itself, cannot ever be controlled,
yet feeling at the same time myself 
as the whole situation.

There is never a me apart from all of this Life.

Everything experienced without filters.
The taste and texture of Dutch life.
The sweet frailty of my mother.
Family and neighbors visits.
Endless stories telling of their 
concerns, pains and struggles.
And the body adjusting to the differences 
of temperature, timezone and nourishment.

Never a me separate from
what I am and where I am.






Saturday, December 24, 2016