Tuesday, May 3, 2016
What is it in us that is perceiving?
What is it that is reading these words right now?
What is it that is noticing the difference
in temperature in the room
or the sudden feeling of unease?
The taste of coffee
the irritating noise of the drilling machine next door.
Thoughts about the dinner you had yesterday with a friend?
Who or what is seeing this all coming and going?
Whatever is right now in our field of perception
is effortlessly seen, noticed and felt.
What is it?
This most basic and primal principle.
Without it nothing even exist because it is not perceived.
Who and what are we?
This is a most amazing journey and adventure,
if we can do this exploration for the sake of truth,
for a need to know.
If we do this with an intention to get something out of this,
or to make us feel better
we will get disappointed.
The brutal fact is that this journey
is not to acquire and achieve but rather
to see through, let go, and loose.
To notice everything and anything which is
limiting us, defining us.
And if we can be aware enough we see
that these are just habits,
thought-constructs which at times help us
to navigate through life but often
limit us and enslave us.
If we can see this happening,
we already create space,
loosen the identification with the personal story.
But be aware that at any time the strong pattern
of identifying will crawl into the next jacket.
e.g. the ND person who has seen It.
Who is beyond it all
and can now assume an identity around this
of feeling more special or more free.
Another crutch to hang on to?
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
This strange experience we call Life.
An ongoing barrage of sounds, sights, smells,
sensations, thoughts, emotions, intimations, insights.
At times pleasant and pleasing
and at others
uncomfortable and uneasy
And to notice the response to all that
in this alive functioning organism.
Seemingly at random,
and perceived by something.
What is this Something?
What is It?
What is it that perceives all This?
What is it that is aware of all these sense perceptions?
Is is something we do?
Are we straining ourselves?
Or is it effortless taking place?
Strange thing is,
we cannot even turn it off.
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Bubbling up like champagne.
Drunk from all what comes in through the senses.
Did not know that the colour green could be so heady,
and that the sounds of bird singing
and the fridge humming
could be so tantalizingly sweet.
A friend just visited
and the laughter of merriness
bellows into the garden
as eyes shine
and bellies shake.
Grateful for all that appears.
The healing of broken bones.
The amazing capacity of the body.
Movement once again
where before all was mangled and torn.
Grateful for contractions appearing
accompanied by decades of long buried
feelings of sadness
of feeling unsafe.
Finally they are allowed and welcomed into
this open loving space where they are held.
Tell their story of abandonment and hurt,
and move on.
And Freedom finding ever more space to be.
What a wonderful adventure
to find all these treasures
wherever we turn.