Towards home.
It’s a slippery slope you’re climbing,
Oh, and you’re climbing alone.
It almost feels as if there’s wind,
but it’s not wind.
Life has taken you,
and you’re wet with the moment,
your eyes see snippets of worlds,
that come rushing in as waves -
At the pond,
The sky bleeds in vibrant pink and blue,
impressing onto the mind great splendor and capacity.
the water below whispers peace, and reflects the sunset.
You take off your clothes and jump in the pond,
You’re swimming in the sky, so close.
Down the road,
the cement and earth around the railroad tracks,
speaks simply of barren-ness.
And through the walls of the mill building,
you hear a band practice.
An electric guitar howls, screaming above the rest,
Rage, it says. Rage. And you smell something of their lives, and budding ambition.
The town brings in more,
and more -
the cars and the people,
you can feel a many-ness, something splintered.
They look you over nervously as you pass.
Then look elsewhere for something else.
They talk as they eat their ice-cream,
A tiredness carries in their tone of voice,
You feel it as if it’s real.
Tiredness of living, of agreeing,
tiredness of forcing smiles without thinking,
tiredness of tiredness.
The moment their icecream is done, they’re gone,
Everything goes into a car and hurries home.
Night has descended,
And cast a dark blue across all things,
The decorative lamps along the riverside glow,
and you pause to take it in.
Your body is warm with its own intimacy,
As you walk,
you find a caress in each breath.
alone, you dance in yourself,
up the hill towards home.
The Cell
All creative possibilities are within you,
All the beauty and pain in the world is within you.
All the worlds of the universe are within you.
No pain, no experience, no love, no knowledge, no thought is outside of you.
To look at an aspect of our experience,
and to repeat to one’s self any thought that assumes”This is real” makes it persist in its form.
To act from any thought that assumes “This is real” makes it persist in its form.
But not a thing here,
Not a thing that can ever be known,
is ultimately of any substance. Nothing persists forever.
And so,
to begin to know the one and only thing that persists forever,
repeat to oneself, and act from,
“Not a consequence, thought, experience, object, sensation – nothing can affect my true Self.”
It is all mind. It is all your mind, my mind, our mind – tossing around personal worlds that do not fundamentally exist.
We share things with eachother – and we believe that each of us is sharing and recieving something real and necessary.
This is the energy that upkeeps the personal illusion of division.
Nothing is real.
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We all want Love.
Ask a man on the street, any man or woman – and of course, everyone will say “Yes.”
So it is not for lack of want that there is so little love in the world.
It is for lack of living truth.
From man to man, and woman to woman,
there is a great variety in one’s capacity of power and love,
From the common man to the saint.
An individual’s life is formed around their desires. We must realize that all desires in their simplest form are desire for one thing – the Supreme source.
Once we realize this, we can refine all our habitual desires, aiming them towards the source – God – the blissful Self of our heart – the Here and Now.
Then we do not need more manufactured thoughts in form of books, newspapers, self-help or psychiatry,
No need for any manufactured sensations in relationships, friendships or aspirins,
No need for anything – no talks, no listeners, no entertainment,
These things pale in substitution for the true Self – the Supreme source.
All things beautifully and endlessly spawning out of creation,
No matter how much you dwell on them, none of them will persist.
Living truth is what’s truly wanted.
Realize that who you are is not dependent on the forms that could appear – no thought, experience, object, sensation. No thing lasts. And therefore no thing is of any ultimate consequence. No extreme pain, no extreme joy, no army of enemies, no enormous problem, nor extreme boredom – No thing.
If this aligns with your understanding, then dive deep and experience the true Self. Meditate on the feeling in the inner body, and maintain that awareness. It will deepen into true & constant knowingness of the Self.
Perform this meditation immediately to serve as an experiential pointer for what is meant by inner body:
http://flv.oprah.com/podcast/ane/week6/bonus_MP3_inner.mp3
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The Little Human Omah.
| The sun is father. Life is his gift. Little human Omah depends on sun more than anything else in the physical realm. Mother earth feeds Omah from her roundness.Her fruits give him life. She turns herself in a bed of stars in order to expose herself to the father – and in this bountiful process, life is shared with Omah and the rest of the little humans.
Meanwhile, Omah is very busy, moving around like a fly, trying to wrap his head around things too big for such a little head. He has concluded that the sun is merely another star in a large universe, whose death is inevitable. He inspects the sunspots, photographs the surface. He dissects the sun into facts, and knows himself as great to have encompassed something of the giver of life. While talking with others, Omah laughs at the myths of the Greek Gods and makes them foolish. He says the sun god and the moon goddess are objects of fools. But little human Omah is unhappy. Deeply unhappy. And this he cannot explain. Years pass by, and no matter how large the object he wraps his little head around….he is still unhappy. Omah wakes one day, surrounded by life – and he chooses to no longer bear an ounce of unhappiness. He ceases to try to place value on anything that can be seen. How should he know the value of a fly, much less, the sun? And in this choice, everything becomes simple. He looks up at the sun like a child again, and feels the ever-giving warmth. And he knows in his heart that, of this warmth, he needs to know nothing. Life before was an endless search for value. Now, he feels like a child again – free to simply be. And what is the most enjoyable way to be? He asks this to himself. And he feels the answer arise in his heart. To Love. To love! He chooses to love constantly. He decides, most simply, to love and be pleased with himself. This works wonderfully and his days pass by with ease. No matter what happens, he feels love. And new realizations come from this. He finds that in loving himself, others love him. And a new joy arises. He finds that, in loving himself, he loves others too. And they love him as well! The little human Omah who loves turns a bird into a god with wings. He turns his lover into God herself. And for him, all things small and great bear the mark of the gods. His whole world is a foolish endeavor of impossibility. He has discarded his skeptical and judicious search of value. He acts as if there were an endless supply of love – as if love would never ever end. And with this approach, all things reveal themselves. |
May Unfolding.
These are some of my works done in the month of May.
A HEARTSTRING.
(photo by Miss Jamie Dee – Post-process by myself)
DAY OF REST.
April Rain.
A series of works done in April 2009.
SILENCE.
HOW MANY TIMES?
A STEP BEHIND.
I AM DEATH.
