Wednesday, June 25, 2014
When Oneness is making itself felt within a human story,
it is often in the guise of a calamity:
a severe disease,
the loss of a dear one,
depressions which sends us into the pitts,
being laid off work.
And all this coming out of nowhere.
Ripping apart the well manicured borders
of our existence.
Suddenly confronted with the unknown,
the depth of the abyss.
And the agonizing knowledge that nothing in
our education, upbringing, in fact nothing
in our lives has prepared us for this.
Where to turn,
how to manage, control
this onslaught of debilitating
and terrifying energies and
Emptiness, This aware and intelligent presence
shakes itself just a bit to free itself of some of
the shackles which have covered up its existence.
As on a chess board, eliminate a few of the
personas we have identified with over the years;
the able bodied provider,
the good house wife,
in order to make room
for recognition to take place.
And yes this might feel painful and hurting
in the beginning, like loosing a skin,
and having to confront life in a vulnrable
and raw manner.
But heeyy why not look around in this unfamiliar space.
Look emptiness right in the face.
And we might find that suddenly we
are at home just then and there.
Who will moan about the shackles
leaving them behind, when
stepping through the prison door
Monday, June 16, 2014
This message can never be understood with words.
It is not an intellectual grasping.
It is in fact the end
of all grasping
of all wanting to get
of wanting to understand
The end of trying
to reach something
And it is the end of the feeling that
something is wrong
or of lack
of something out of place
It is arriving home.
A place we lost sight of
looking for something else.
The search and the grasping,
the looking for completion and fulfillment
are inherent to being identified with the contracted energy
we have mistakenly called me.
The place we never left is the true sense of I
which shines already through the stories which
thoughts and emotions are spinning.
This place which is a placeless place, home,
is our felt sense of who we are.
And on top of this open emptiness has accumulated
over the years layer after layer of labels, conditioning
ideas, beliefs which because we give them credence,
have condensed into an energetic construction.
A clear view will reveal this erroneous assumption
We are ever only Oneness looking for Itself
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Freedom loves to share Itself
Loves to tumble and play
Soar and dive
a whirling dance of ecstasy
Knocking down limitations
you and me
on the way
Whispers and calls
all that is
No means too low
no measure too mean
All and everything
is food for its
It wants all for Itself
Freedom loves to play with Itself
An orgasmic dance of hide and seek
Monday, June 2, 2014
Heeyy you daring one,
Do you feel the urge to step out of the prison?
What is the purpose?
Who am I ?
Courageous you are doing this, going
against conditioning, culture, upbringing.
And clear and strong to even
be able to look at life this way.
After all people around you might
think you are a little nuts isn't it?
Not understanding this drive and passion.
Where is this daring, this clarity and strength
Did you fabricate this in your own
little clarity and strength factory?
Or did you buy it yesterday at the corner shop?
Where does this urge originate?
If this message starts to wear down the vestiges
of the contracted identity,
and one knows intellectually
that the person as such has no reality,
that the person was and is never real,
it might dawn that the urge
to free oneself is freedom itself
wanting to obliterate all that stands
in the way.
There never was a person looking for freedom.
Freedom is already finding its way
through the cracks.