Let Them Fly

Writing about true nature is tricky. As best I can, realizing it’s not me writing words flow that are bound to fall short of the mark. They are arrows flying through appearances of time and space. I smile as my fingertips loose from the string of life and the arrows fly. Even a poor bowman, …

Appearings

Non-duality is tricky to convey with any understandable transmissable meaning. What is written by anyone and what is read or heard isn’t up to the words. It’s up to something quite uncontrollable. I’m giggling as I write this. I’ve just used several words that are bound to derail understanding. How could I not? Beyond the …

They say …

They say you are a nothing but a tiny dot on a tiny dot hurtling through space, insignificant, a minor player with little, if any, power. They don’t see what I see. They don’t see that You are the spaceless space in which the magnificent cosmos plays out. They look, but huddled inside their minds, …

What Is

I’m good with what Is, for whatever what is is, is what it is. I’ve tried, and failed, to make what is into what it isn’t. What is, did not cooperate and the valiant misguided attempt only made life sticky, icky, prickly. What is, didn’t change one whit. It is, what it is. Darn what …

The Dance

Is awakening from this dance even possible? The idea of awakening brings forth sweet laughter when the nature of This is recognized as what it is: infinitely precious gloriously alive consciousness appearing as dancers and dance, seen perceived sensed through the dancers’ lenses of experience. We are the appearings, the experiencing, the living loving extension …

Platform 9 ¾

I awoke with a train running through my head. It gathered steam in the middle of the night with what felt like an earthquake inside my brain. I had no way to know if it was part of a dream in sleepland or dreamed in what we call reality. I fell back asleep, letting it …