Saturday, July 8, 2017


Of Laptops and Mice


Before perception is put into words,
before the mind has framed and labelled 
the sensory information it is
color, shape, sound, taste, touch.

And if we slow way down
it is vibration or energy.


It is open and immediate.
And happens automatically 
when the hold of the mind relaxes.

A letting go of the need to be in control.


 

Overcast and quiet.
A crow descends on a rooftop.
The whirring and clicking sounds of laptops and mice.
A wordless perception wonders.





Saturday, June 24, 2017


Two in One



This is forever in movement, 
always evolving,  in process,
always breaking out of existing status quo s


At the same time This is always the same.
Still and unmoving. 
The all seeing nature.
Cognizing.
All knowing.
Featureless.
Seeing knowing perceiving.

This is the constant in the ever moving
towards freedom process which is happening
in our own body/mind, life.

Two aspects of One single thing.
Forever moving and forever still



And when the time is ripe  
everything that has up to now been hidden
in e.g. our bodies because of emotional scarring,
will come out of hiding
to be felt and experienced.

And then letting go happens by itself.

More space for freedom.


There is however always freedom.
So there is also the freedom to remain at a certain station.

Because the time is not ripe yet.
The scarring is so much that there is not yet the
strength to face what needs to be faced.
Or the being is lacking in courage and wisdom 
to bring him/herself to feel what needs to be felt
in order that the fullness of the being and life 
can be lived.

And then a life time can pass.

Stuck at a station, 
confined by familiar concepts,
which we keep repeating.
because they provide comfort and solace.

Until one day this will also change.
Either by facing up to the challenge
or by death.

Rearranging the furniture.

Nothing is ever static
 








Friday, June 2, 2017


Bummer ?



There is only one substance.
There is only this.

No words can touch it,
describe it.


This is self evident, self existent, self aware.

One substance
appearing as all shapes and form. 

Everything which is seen, felt, thought, perceived is this.
 
All forms, colours, movements, processes 
all that exists is this.

There is nothing ever separate from this.

And that is how things are.
We are and never were separate from it.


Hence you will never realize it


 bummer.....




The bad news:
you will never get it.

The good news:
you were never not this.





Monday, May 29, 2017


Are we?


Is it possible to perceive directly?
Sense perceptions, thoughts, emotions.

Without a story?
Without resistance?


Just perceiving what is? 

Is it?

Can we thin out the personal contraction?
Examine our assumptions which have up to now
been a veil between what we have called ourselves 
and the world.
 

Well yes it is possible
but there is no fixed path.
And no need to follow anyone, 
though we can for awhile if this feels right.

Each one has its own unique journey.

Start listening to that which moves us.

Our intuition, discernment can directly be guided
by Knowing provided we are honest. 

Refusing to fool ourselves.
Absolute honesty

So first find out what is moving and living within us.
What is the question, the quest?
What is it that motivates our life?

To be comfortable and
settling for the status quo? 

Or a passion for knowing the Goddamn Truth
whatever the cost.


( Choose wisely because this can cost you your life. )


Where do we stand? 

We cannot go wrong
after all we are already what we are looking for.

Can we fall into this mystery?

Giving up the need to know and control? 

Surrendering to not knowing?
Open to whatever shows up?

Are we ready?









Sunday, April 23, 2017


My Jacket


in my experience..

there is no arrival.
A place where suddenly all is miracle and happiness
for ever after.

If there is one thing permanent it is impermanence.

Things are always in flux, 
changing, 
on the way to become something else.

Seasons, tides, moods, bodies, climate, political landscapes.
continents, relationships.

Name anything at all, you can be sure it is in process.  

There can be processes of unveiling:
things getting clearer, awakenings, 
revelations, insights

Or processes of veiling:
brain hemorrhages, 
emotional upheavals, life's demands,
Alzheimer and slow decay.

And those will change again
for better or worse.

The search for permanent happiness, 
( what enlightenment is often associated with
is in many of us a wish to escape. 

Not having the willingness, courage or strength to cope 
with what is showing up in our lives.


as a suggestion...


maybe become interested in that which perceives all this?

Who is it that watches the show of sense perceptions 
always happening now? 
And only now.

Who or what is taken in by the story line of me?
The thoughts and feelings coming up and appropriated by
an identity around which we have given 
the importance of my life.
And which propels us in a time line of past and future.
Away from right now.

Find out what remains when you realize that
personal identity is a loosely worn jacket.

Who and what are you right now without thinking about it? 





Thursday, April 6, 2017


No Drama




We, as life living through our body and mind, are capable of the amazing feature of forgetting our true nature. 
And instead identify with character, body appearance, history, religious and national traits.  

The vastness of life is taking itself to be a temporary manifestation.

Which carries with it instantly the fear of extinction.

Because what is temporary will one day stop. 
And if we identify with what is limited and transitory 
we believe that we will one day cease to exist. 

While in truth we are eternal. 

We are life, 
for a while living in the story where we 
currently are finding ourselves. 


And after knowing who we truly are, the story does not stop.  
We do not become suddenly empty headed nobodies 
floating in an imaginary infinite.

After all what we are is not sterile and removed from life.
We are this life with everything which presents itself.

We only have stopped limiting ourselves to be this or that.

We are all of it. 
We are the ocean and the waves.

Once we know ourselves to be everything and ever present, 
no matter what shows itself at any given moment, 
we can start to appreciate the richness of life.

For instance the amazing functioning intelligence of the body.

If the belief in our story weakens, 
if we unwind the personal traits and trails of identity 
locked and stored in the tissues and cells
we might hear the voice of the body. 

A very quiet voice.

No concepts. 
Or spiritual goals..

Just the natural functioning of the body.

With a wisdom so simple, 
self evident, 
without drama.












Sunday, March 26, 2017


No agenda




The openness, curiosity, wonderment in the question
'What is This?'  'Who am I'?


Seeing through the construct of personal identity.

The clear, clean alive functioning of the senses.


Perceiving without resistance, without grasping, without agenda.


Choiceless aware 







 

Tuesday, March 14, 2017


The Take Over



How does one come to know This?

Not from memory
from what we have learned
or the ideas and opinions we have about things.
And not what has been instilled in us while growing up.

But by dismantling the identification with what we have 
mistakenly called me 

It is the immediacy
the knowing right now.
The unborn uncluttered perception at every moment.


Does it help to go to Satsang to come to know This?

Going to Satsang might in the beginning 
give conceptual clarity.
To see in one's own being all that is standing in the way. 

But then the group can become an obstacle
if we do not dare to stand alone.
But prefer to shelter in the comfort of a sangha 
or group of friends 
or the club of Nonduality 
which has become another cult.

In the end to be all alone
as there is only one.

In the beginning and the end 
it is a journey one makes alone. 
There is no one else but me making my steps.
It is uniquely my path.


Is it helpful to read the scriptures?

It might in the beginning and for a long time 
give directions which are helpful in one's life.
But in the end not because if we prefer 
to keep hanging on to some dead gurus skirts or lunghi 
and keep believing the wise stories
of the old traditions, 
while that season of schooling has passed, 
we undermine the authority of our own being.

To stand in the authenticity of ones own perception
again and again and again.
As this is the only first hand knowing we have
which is true and alive every time
whatever it is. 

All else is second hand. 


What else is required?
 
A passion for truth no matter what.
No matter what the consequences.
Not being side tracked by lesser ideals and comforts,
but to keep standing in the fire of not knowing
of surrendering
as something Else knows better
and takes over
the rudder of our life.









Sunday, February 26, 2017


Nothing out of Place


Misty Morning
early sunrise
bumping over country roads.

The peace and timelessness   
of a world where as yet 
nothing is out of place.

Villages and potholes make way
for cows, dogs, palm trees
a lone figure squatting.
 
Then suddenly there...

The outline of a lake shore
visibility of a few square meters
the muted calls of life waking up.

The mind made world switched off
disappearing in the wonder
of birds doing their thing.






Sunday, February 19, 2017

                                                                                                    Photo: Michiel Mussies

Seamless


Do we dare to stand alone?

Dare to question the status quo?
All alone?

Only One?

Everything we hold dear?
Everything we are used too?

Our conditioning has been instrumental in providing us a safe 
environment for us to grow up and then find 
our place in the world.

And when we have grown up do we dare to question
everything we have become so used too?
Everything which tells us that we are soo and soo?
Nationality, cultural identity, gender, family traits, etc.

And for sure these are elements we know 
we are carrying with us.
Our luggage if we hold this too close to us, 
and let it confine us. 
An identity which can weighs us down.

Or are these just elements we play with as we come 
to realise that we are more than the things which appear?

Sometimes it needs courage to first dare to stand apart 
from what we have always known to be me.
In order to create a distance from which we can see 
that we are more than the elements which appear.

We are also the space in which everything shows itself.

And we are as well the perceiving capacity by which
we know ourselves to be and this and that. 
 
We are the sky and the weather. 

A seamless continuum always in process 
and always at rest at the same time.

 

Sunday, January 29, 2017


Curious?



Once the filters of perception are cleared 
the more life is seen as it is.

Simply itself.
Without the interpretations.

Perceiving going on.
And there isn't anyone doing that.

It is already happening.

Clearing the filters of perception
happens through attention.

Attention on the personal identity structure.
Unwinding and unraveling the identification
with what we have learned to call me and mine.

Curious as to what arises in our field of awareness?
What is it that is coming up now?
What are these thoughts, emotions and perceptions?

Where does the perceiving takes place?

And what or who is perceiving?

??



















Friday, January 6, 2017


Texture


The numbness and ache in toes 
while legs are going up and down
and the landscape
passes by silently.

Unmistakably knowing that this
is what I am, and where I am:
Cycling through the freezing polders of Holland,
 the horizon an orange gold.

The sky so vast 
and close
as to be One thing,
indistinguishable
from what I am and
where I am.

Looking after my ailing mother while
siblings are needling me to do this or that.
Trying to control and program what I am doing.
Knowing and perceiving that what I am is 
freedom itself, cannot ever be controlled,
yet feeling at the same time myself 
as the whole situation.

There is never a me apart from all of this Life.

Everything experienced without filters.
The taste and texture of Dutch life.
The sweet frailty of my mother.
Family and neighbors visits.
Endless stories telling of their 
concerns, pains and struggles.
And the body adjusting to the differences 
of temperature, timezone and nourishment.

Never a me separate from
what I am and where I am.