Monday, July 14, 2014
Going through the day just notice that each and every
conversation is a story about something.
Something which happened in the past
or what will happen in the future.
About what happened to others,
family or friends.
It is about aches or pain.
Or what went wrong,
with all the details, intricacies where
we dig out and emphasize
went of the rails.
Or about THE solutions through which
all the problems
of the world,
or my life,
or society will for surely be solved,
if only they would listen,
if only they knew.
And while all the focus is on the stories
and our reactions to the stories told,
notice that it is on something which
is NOT happening now.
Living in our stories
we miss the immediacy
and the endless wonder of things.
Did you notice?
Friday, July 11, 2014
Why not to question one's own assumptions?
Why not to think outside of the box?
Why to aim for certainty?
When constant change is all we got.
Nothing in the universe,
( and to stay closer at home: )
Nothing in one's own experience and perception
stays ever the same..
Watch how the mind is trying
in vain to aim for lasting aims.
How it tries again and again to come up
with schemes and charts to outline and predict
what is unpredictable,
fresh and new
And as the mind is doing its thing,
( poor thing.. )
sensations, emotions, moods, thoughts,
perceptions, sounds, colours, shapes and forms
are passing by in an unending stream.
The Wowness of it All
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