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, …

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 …

Laughing

I’m sitting here laughing at myself. I’m hilarious. I’m also mystical magical miraculous beyond understanding. How in the dickens did I even happen? I–this me, this you, this world. It makes absolutely no sense at all. This arises, a glorious dance of improvisation, as it will, is made of the only stuff that is, consciousness, …

Dream a Little Dream

It’s all illusion, real but not in the way you think, perceived in a way diametrically opposed to what actually is. You might say life is real illusion. How fun is that! It feels real. It experiences as real. Even our dreams at night have a real feel to them. Sometimes you wake up and …

Is This Real?

Harry: Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head? Dumbledore: Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real? Is experience real? It’s a real experience. That’s all we really know. What else is life but experience playing out, our …

Obstructionism

The word obstructionism popped into my awareness this morning. When that happens I know am going to write about it. The first thing that came after that word was what do I have to say about obstructionism? Nothing … and then writing began. I love how that works! You see obstructionism every day. It is …

What If Nothing Changes

What if nothing changes? What if the elusive prize you’ve chased most of your adult life doesn’t change anything? What if your life is still YOUR life, bumps and bruises included? What if your body doesn’t heal? What if you still live in a very small community of one? What if you find out you …

Out of Options

Any practice is the practice of the limited mind. Of course it is, the unlimited has no need of practice. Does that mean that all practice is egoic and should be stopped? No. If that were true nobody would ever move off the couch. Change is a’happening here on planet earth. It’s a given. It …

Being Someone

When the idea of being someone dies When all you were is a blur all you hoped for lived your life for a hot bubbling blister on the sidewalk of life When you see so clearly that seeing feeling being wipes out all reference points for what was When hopes of healing of escape worthiness …

Living the Paradox

Regardless of how deeply the recognition of consciousness has set it roots into the no-thing-ness that is currently appearing in form as you, me and the world, the fact remains that we are here now and embodied.  Today, many talk about reality, about non-duality, about no one, no world. It’s particularly popular. Heck, I do …

Is Thought the Problem?

What if thought isn’t the problem? What if thought doesn’t create good or bad? We’ve been conditioned to believe that thought creates our experience of the world and to carefully watch what we think. What a heavy load to carry — a cross of immense proportions. What if it doesn’t? What if the thoughts aren’t …

Broken

I am broken. Profoundly broken. Humpty Dumpty broken. Having seen through the veils of separation, rather than a life of bliss, I find my inherent brokenness — that which I ran from, that which pushed me into self sacrifice and sucked out all that I was — still here, the same but different. I taste …

I Exist

I am. That is undeniable and yet it felt in the beginning like I am not. The I that is not, that seemed to have disappeared, is what many call an ego. It is not gone, non-existent, rather is it filling its intended role instead of wreaking havoc, creating veils, pushing itself to fix, change …