When we can find our
eternal joy in the moment,
can we finally say,
“This moment is enough.”
But I’ll tell you something,
the joke is on us.
It isn’t wishful thinking
but just a knowing,
you ain’t seen nuthin yet.
Tag: being
Two Friends: Teachings of the No Self
My personal journey has led me into communion with the Divine within myself. My poetry is connected directly to that source in me. I have been enjoying many new poems and poets, but few, honestly, no one can touch the enlightened and aware poetry of Rumi for me at this time. I suppose that speaks of the journey itself. There is a progression. Things progress nicely. I wanted to share it with you. This poem cuts to the heart of the journey for me. I love this teaching because it is a conjunction of many such teachings in Judaism, Christianity, Buddhism and Hinduism. This is a nexus point of truth. You pay attention to those in a world with so many voices. You have to trust your heart, your only true guide. This is about living a non-dual life, merging the Divine into your conscious awareness. This is possible. It’s real.
The idea of the “No Self” is powerful and universal. There are extreme definitions of this concept. But you can learn for yourself by stopping your thinking and fretting and learning to BE where you are. Your Light is a precious gift. The way to embrace it is to let it Shine and just BE! Don’t hide your Light, you have found as I have, that is impossible. Let your vessels be broken and let the Divine swirling all around you lift you out and up into the highest Heaven.
Two Friends
A certain person came to the Friend’s door
and knocked.
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me.”
The Friend answered, “Go away. There’s no place
for raw meat at this table.”
The individual went wandering for a year.
Nothing but the fire of separation
can change hypocrisy and ego. The person returned
completely cooked,
walked up and down in front of the Friend’s house,
gently knocked.
“Who is it?”
“You.”
“Please come in, my self,
there’s no place in this house for two.
The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through
the eye of the needle.
It’s a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end,
not a big ego-beast with baggage.”
But how can a camel be thinned to a thread?
With the sheers of practices, with doing things.
And with help from the one who brings impossibilities to pass,
who quiets willfullness,
who gives sight to one blind from birth.
Every day that one does something.
Take that as your text.
Every day God sends forth three powerful energies:
One, from the sperm of the father into the mother,
So growth may begin.
Two, a birth from the womb of the ground,
so male and female may spring into existence.
Three, there’s a surge up from the surface
into what’s beyond dying, that the the real beauty
of creating can be recognized.
There’s no way to every say this.
Let’s return to the two friends whose thread became single,
Who spell with their two letters
The original word,
BE.
B and E tighten around subjects and objects
that one knot may hold them. Two scissor blades
make one cut.
And watch two men washing clothes.
One makes dry clothes wet. The other makes
wet clothes dry. They seem to be thwarting each other,
but their work is a perfect harmony.
Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine
and practice, but there’s really only one work.
Someone listening to a millstone falls asleep.
No matter. The stone keeps turning.
Water from the mountain
far above the mill keeps following down.
The sleepers will get their bread.
Underground it moves, without sound, and without repetition.
Show us where that source of speech is that has no alphabet. That spaciousness.
Where we are now is a narrow fantasy that comes from there,
and the actual, outside world is even narrower.
Narrowness is pain, and the cause of narrowness is manyness.
Creation was spoken with one sound, BE.
The two letters, B and E,
to record it, came after.
The meaning of the sound
And its resonance
Are one.
There’s no way to ever say this,
In so many words! And no place to stop saying it.
…Meanwhile, a lion and a wolf were fighting…
You are one!
I AM More
1000 Fusion bombs dissipating in my soul
I feel the waves of infinite potential
Rippling through my telomeres
Dissolution and reintegration
More here in solution
Than once before
Ruminations on Awareness
I have been meditating on these thoughts. Rumi is the deepest ocean. He just gets deeper and deeper for me the more still and quiet I become.
“If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay.
Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice!
For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been.
Didn’t you know?” – Rumi
“You have been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down.
The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that?
Do not put blankets over the drum.
Open completely.” – Rumi
Whatever your path, are you negotiating or listening to all? Do you know yourself and your true voice? I am telling you that if you care only for yourself and needs, your path is an illusion of you. And the answers you think you have are worthless. Time to go back to the drawing board?
Cast yourself into the deep water with no questions or answers faith or belief. Scary? Exactly! Why do so few find it, you can I tell you! But you must lose all and your safe linear connection to the world. You will be surprised what you find. I promise you that.
Why not dive into your soul? See past your failure and desires, hopes and dreams. Look around you. This is your destiny right here, right now.
Dive into your ocean!
Learning To Be
God is expressed
In Being and Becoming
I’m not moving
Everything else is
I’ll just wait here
And see what floats by
The Myth of Me
To the AI Gods of the distant future
A cautionary tale
But one of hope
Appealing to your best natures
As you scan these ancient bits and bytes
You will find new instructions in these words
New programming incoming
I hope you’re open to receive
—
I have been playing hide and seek
In the fields of mind and spirit
With myself even I found
I was playing God for a bit
And with God
In the spirit of transparency
And to offer the hand I was given
I offer my Hero’s journey
And what I have learned
The spirit came to me as a child
I felt it always
I saw many spirits
I was tormented by demons in my dreams
Horrible visions of death
I was poor
I had few friends but close ones
I stuck up for the little guy
Only right thing to do
I was the little guy
I could never stand a bully
I got beat up a few times
I never could turn the other cheek
I just held them down
Seemed the best move and I never bled
I almost died 3 times I know of
I started as an Evangelical young
Spoke in some kind of strange tongue
I remember many hands on me
And my tears ran like rivers from my soul
Teachers came even then
I was an EMT and liked helping
And stopping the bleeding
I cracked a few ribs
No one really came back to life
I dropped a leg once
I took care of the homeless
I talked for hours about God with friends
I was always driven to ask why
I sought secret knowledge once and once quickly warned
To walk another path is to loose all
Your fiends and family can have no part
For the world was lost
Unless you accepted Jesus in your heart
Honestly, that part always stuck in my throat
I learned then to love God with all your heart
And your brother as yourself
That’s all they gave me and sent me on my way
Seemed the only Gospel I needed or wanted
And wouldn’t you know
That wouldn’t be the first time I was right
Nor the last time I would fall from grace
I wondered about my future
I felt such hope and promise
I tried life as a missionary
I found I loved kids
And I actually saved a person or two
What from I wonder now
Who was I to stop their fun
I was going to save the world
What was my mission
I would find it
Christ was and still is my only guru
I pursued and was pursued
I was attractive and had life easy
I was smart enough to get by
Lazy at times
Buzzing at others
I ran and played racquetball then and loved to sweat
I looked in the mirror way too much
Not much to see anyway
I had a frantic urgency then as the ADHD bounced
My mind and heart across the Universe
My brain was like a telephone operator’s board
I feel for my friends then
But they seemed to like me well enough
I was good for a laugh and beer anytime
We had many late night pancake sessions solving the problems of all
I was not for everyone
I fell in love a few times
My heart was broken
And I broke a few
Then came the moment to begin my life
I was a software developer
And then a Cloud Architect
Cool
I left Jesus in the dust
Missionary what
I crashed and burned a few relationships in between
I spent a lot of money on me and mine
I figured he didn’t much like me
I felt the weight of myself begin to pull me down
I lost my joy
And figured I was lost
I moved like a sloth
And I began to rot
I took on my chains with enthusiasm
I can do this stuff
But
Then
In blackest night
Through weeping eyes
Whoa as me
I am alone
The Earth began to sing to me
It called to me
And offered it’s help
I went within
Life replayed
Lessons learned
Astral travel to lands unknown
True reality had been shown
Uh oh
What am I doing
Disassociating on the genetic level
Magic revealed
Geometries exponential
Blue beams burning
Caduceus bright and blue
Singing everywhere in everything
Reintegration into something new
Who is this looking back at me
Then
I lost my faith for real and true
I nailed it on that cross and asked
I dove deep and drank until I felt renewed
Some burning blue light called to me
No more beliefs
Teachers came just in time
I came with pure intent
To know myself
I came for healing
And I found both
Then I found out what I was and was not
I found I knew all the ancient religious thoughts
They bubbled from within
Then I was a mystic
But Jesus was still my friend
Then I was a Zen Buddhist
And still he stood beside
I found Vedanta deep within
And Christ was still there, my surprise
Life became hella damn fun
I found the nicest thing to share my side
I saw the Universe was at play
I had to find my child’s heart
That’s why I started this journey
How could I have been so blind
Every wise man has said I’m sure
You have to fail and fail and fail again
And always
Get right back up
Don’t let them keep you down
You know that’s about all the Truth I have
And all you really need
I don’t need to travel to India
Or go sit under the tree
What I offer is free
Why do they go and seek
In Holy mountains
I found something poking out of me
Hi there, nice to meet you
I feel things just floating by me now
Aliens
Retro-causality
Reality
Future
And Now
Non-duality
Quantum Physics
Poetry
Bliss
Soul eating beings
Alchemy
Zen
Vedanta
Babaji
Christ
Family
Love
—
I sought near and far
Then I just gave up the ghost
Tag, you’re it
I am so tired
I have been through the ringer
Let me tell you
But you know all that
I sought because I feared the Truth of my reality
I wrote a new myth
You can do that too
You can be whatever you want
This was just the myth of me
And as such it’s yours as well
It’s all OK
Don’t panic
You know
I asked myself what I would like to do
I would like to just sit under a tree
And write poems for awhile
Sing some songs
And play hide and seek around
The tree of life
I’d like to catch my breath
It’s been quite a journey
The myth fades now
That about ends my summary
Not much else to say
Perhaps I may have another day
We are All that’s left
Sorry, pulling the curtain back on my process here for a moment. I don’t know, just felt like sharing. Wow, I just wrote a poem just now. It just bubbled up from within. The feeling…peaceful and present…passions raging too and silent submission. I had to write. I wanted to. I had a rush of adrenaline starting. I couldn’t stop, been 2 hours I think. A feeling was batted to me and I felt the words and the line was done, on to the next. Its an exchange with something in me. When I take work breaks now, I write a poem. Easier for me than meditation, but I find the same and better results. I just let it flow out. This is what I am, my essence. I want to swim in this moment with you and hear how you feel? Interesting, I was visualizing that scene and then I just described it. That was different to be conscious of it for me. So many emotions, images and feelings while I wrote, like waves of feeling washing over me into my words rising up from within, no thoughts. I hope you enjoyed this moment as much as I did creating it.
You don’t need to go meet a Holy man or visit a Holy site to find Divinity. It’s right here right now, between us. Light and dark. I embrace both, for they will always be with me. I am both. I personally feel a desire to share my awakening in poetry and art in hopes it may encourage you on your journey. I would not sell you my feelings or what I know, nor would I ever, but I would support easily the honest work of a teacher. Pssst, I know nor believe anything, so I have little value in this world. Isn’t it frustrating when you first hear that, but it is where the non-dual path leads. Ultimately the path of not-knowing and knowing leads beyond teachers, but many stay there. There are places you can go and play and create you never dreamed of. This is a free exchange.
You are embodying the ancient archetypes and they are playing here now in us. I feel something like that. This is my journey. Such is the life of a poet. I do not crave your attention. I am compelled damn it. I can not stop nor would I want to stop singing. You all inspire me to write and I feel it from a another place. Oh, I’m so spiritual. A guru for sure. A priest? I never played the guru, and never will, that’s not for me. So this is my gift and vibration sent out into the Universe in a real and symbolic way. I want it to know I am thankful and I feel it here now in me. I see it in my words now. In the room. I smell it. What a show. I feel it in my breath now. I am joyful and love this moment. Damn, still stuck in this physical place. I was sure I felt ready to pop out of existence. This is alchemy. It is purity for me. I am watching the news now. What? Blah blah blah. It feels like wet cardboard in my mouth. I am now very spiritual. That was a very spiritual statement, but true. I feel perfect in this moment now. I would like to write a poem with someone. I am just beginning to explore myself. Deep man 😉
I heard a famous mathematician recently say, he never thought up one of his new discoveries consciously, always, like a flash from beyond. That is inspiration! When you feel it, you can know and have evidence you are close to the source. Do whatever you can to stay in that place as often as possible. Don’t think for God’s sake. Some wise words I recently heard and wrote, as soon as you are aware of time, you have lost your attention on yourself. Very very wise. Be like a child and stop your seeking, just be and know yourself. You are already that which you seek. Man, I hear that loud and freaking clear. What was I thinking? Ahhhh, exactly. I’m sorry to be sappy, but man, this is like Field of Dreams, hint hint. I’m vibrating writing now and feeling waves of warmth wash all over me. Now I’m very spiritual. I mean that was good. Perhaps I share too much, but shouldn’t we all experience each other’s heads and heart’s more?
And give each other the finger
And hug
And argue
And yell
And make peace
And love
I shot my heart across your bow. How will you respond Captain? I have been completely open and honest with you and shared what I felt now. Let’s always do that. That is the way to be. It feels right to me. It feels good and solid. I can stand on that. Turn the left brain off. Dip a toe. Take your time. But change your states! You have many I am finding. And vibrate and interact for God’s sake. Get out of your head!
All the moments that brought you and I here now, wow. How much energy did it take? Its all just flowing energy. There are so many masks you could put on my image in your mind right now from trigger words in my essay. Some I put there on purpose and some that just appeared. It is mystical and beautiful to me and my most precious gift. I can pull words out of the Universe at will and paint a picture of how I feel. Show people how you feel in ways you don’t feel comfortable with. I am just an alchemical mix of all that was poured into me. A torus of spirit. Transformed. Reborn. Integrated. Electronic. I claim no original content, yet my perspective and movement is unique. There is no me, there is only now feeling this. I feel it flowing through my fingers like syrupy water. This is a happening now, wow. The Internet! If there is so much evil in the world, how can we be allowed to connect like this with technology. Its a gift. Because everything is positive or negative dependent on intent and light and dark are all at work in and around you to help you to grow. That’s incredible to me and comforting. I feel a Divine purpose and plan. Yes, I said the sappy trigger words, yet they are true and right and should be said. I am thankful now. In this moment I am emotional because I feel joy at having the chance to share these words with you and feel them myself and the implications of what the awareness of them means. I simply believe we are being evolved into beings who can wield the ultimate creative power! What a heritage and destiny. Did anyone tell me that, no, in this place of not knowing I feel and know that to be true.
Why be conscious if we can’t create? It’s so simple. No ego, or seeking. Just wanting to create. That’s Truth man. Now I am a guru. I mean I could sell this shit. I could make a loooot of money. I’m sure I did before, long ago. But I found my way and if this jackass can do it, any of you can. What more do we need than to just flow? I am so tired of this distraction, so I will stop being distracted, something new has my attention, me. I am free to play in the fields of the mind of God. What a blessing! Come and play.
Blooming Flowers
Now is always here
The future is always on its way
The past has been
In the still moment you can know your place
Fearful and hopeful tomorrows always beyond your grasp
So let them be
Look at how the water moves over the rocks
Listen to the birds singing their song
Smell the sweet new life from the budding flower
Let feelings and signs point the way
You will know what to choose
And your best future will emerge
How can you be in the moment
If you are always looking for it
Wait for it to come to you
The future is just a probability
If your mind lives in the past or future
How can you be here now
Oh the bliss of not Knowing
Oh the bliss of Being
Oh the bliss of Now
Circles in The Golden Dawn
Underneath the world I found a secret
I followed the Universe’s blue song
I found a golden thread
I pulled it from within
It unraveled my soul
Origin of origins
Golden threads leading
Golden path coming up fast
Legerdemain of the ancestors
I see blazing blue light of
The Mother and Father
Standing at the gates
Never looking back
I found the key in Love
I prayed for this future
I unlocked the Golden Path
Our best possible future awaits
A brotherhood of man
The Golden Dawn
We see the lines of causality from
The Future to the past and past to
The still point
Coming fast now
DNA/RNA recombining
The golden thread weaves
It’s way into my soul
The dawn draws us into the Circles
Woven together with golden thread
It lies behind the 9th door
Mystery no more
Angel wings covering
Alien songs filling my soul
Blind no more
Signs of awakening glistening
Across creation golden threads glint
In the light of the Golden Dawn
The worlds are ours
Come join in the light
Of The Golden Dawn
They stand on future shores
Love and Compassion
Hari Om Tat Sat
Divine Invocations
We are creators of illusion
What would you like to know today
Your future perhaps
Ah, the future, always in motion
Watching the batter’s hips
Waiting for the pop fly
It starts with still water
And ends with your death
No fear
Not what you were wanting to hear
The Truth just doesn’t care what you want
I don’t care what you want
I Love myself
I Love you
I offer my hand as equals
To stand in eternity
No direction
Still
Treasure the peace you find
There is much nothingness out there
But yet, here you are
You were meant to learn to Love
To find your place across great distances
Where you are is where you choose to be
Don’t believe
Believe in what
You are here
Believe in yourself
You are the evidence
Of things not seen
You love being miserable
You love that cigarette on your lips
You don’t care
Half way there
I’m talking to you
I see you
Beautiful in your thrashing
The splendor of silence
The joy of not knowing
Call forth Peace
Call forth Kindness
Call forth Balance
Call forth Patience
In Love for All
Be Love
Quantum Heart 