Shroud of personality
midnight veil
changing colors
from onyx
to clear indigo blue.

Subtle facial expressions reflect inner goings-on
secret intentions are uncovered
with a cool deep release of limitation
the thin gauze reveals
deep thoughts
transparently obvious
some hideous
hardly covering the elastic mask
of fear.

Dropping down into shadowy self
where the dream of “I” holds tightly
questioning motives
allow the seeking for wholeness to stop
observing the desperation of ego vanish
with no consequence
none.

Imagination of being separate
ends
with no consequence

Imagination of being whole
ends
with no consequence.

Is there something that needs to be done?
so desperately
for the survival
of your imagined separate soul?

The truth is “you” can’t save you
you are lucky…apparently
there is an experience experiment happening
subtly releasing
“you”
the “you”
that you cannot know.

It already happened
because you already “are this”
the cosmic stuff of the universe.

Life is happening
to you and through you
breathing and heart beating
are happening

You aren’t “doing” any of these function
Are “you”?

So enjoy the liberation!
until the show is over
dance to the music!
revel in the magic!
laugh at the tragic!

Because

this

is

it

Rumi spins poetry
Zen koans illustrate paradox
both are beautiful
and utterly pointless.

Taking a bite out of your seriousness
spit the poison on the ground.

Because it doesn’t matter
if you know your own true nature.

A snake doesn’t know it’s own tail
not the way you know your own story
of personality and justification
of wether “you” are grateful or not
if jack and jill ran up a hill
if the moon is round
or if authority should be respected without question.

How do you feel letting go of “you”?
Dancing puppet pulled by universal strings!
Do you laugh at the idea of “your separate self”
Do you want to struggle against cosmic nature,
Kicking and shouting against your teachers and parents lies?

Or perhaps cursing or praying to an imagined God?
The myth who can’t save you from your own imagination.

Either way
you are still here
Breathing
reading this
and
Relaxing into being

Oneness is beyond “knowing”

it is experiencing life

and allowing the imagination of separation to fade away.

Free will whether it exists or not makes no difference,
We can only do what we can do, great or mediocre.

There is no way to escape the dream of life,
except in death, when the dreamer disappears into the abyss.

Humans create dreams and other ephemeral dimensions
in order to escape the pendulum of time and separation.

Could it be said that there are as many dimensions as can be imagined, including the dimensions that are beyond imagination?

The human ability to imagine
is the fountain of our greatest creativity and joy,
as well as the source of violent brutality and mindless compliance
to ideologies of separation, that enslave and destroy.

Does being aware of limitation makes us more free?
Or is it better to take freedom as a social hoax?

More people are waking up to being awake,
it is a simple and yet profound practice of transformation.

Buddha said “illusions are inexhaustible”.
I think he meant it…

You say to me “keep opening your heart”

I say

There is nothing to do to keep my heart open
There is nothing to close

I am alive

There are no moving parts
There are no walls
There are no doors
There is no separation
There is just this living being
Connected to all that there is
In this

There were stories I told
There are stories I can tell
There are stories that could be rewritten
And then there is just dropping
the story
Completely

Mostly it seems that the best thing to do
Is to say less
About all of it
To be in the silence
As words don’t really mean anything
Especially the conversation
That says that my heart is closed
That the love that is here
Always
Is limited in some way

By the mind
That is imagination
By illusion
That is nothing

The story of the closed heart
is what it is
A story

Feeling compassion for the story
of not love
Where does it come from?

It comes from love
Wanting to be loved

It comes from love
Asking for love to be more loving

In order to feel love
from the love

That is already
Love

Is it possible for love
To be any more love
Than love already is?

Resting in contemplation
Feeling the heart

Taking a deep breath
Feeling the heart

I am aware
I am open
I am love

One flower in the desert
Is the desert

One drop of water in the ocean
Is the ocean

The desert is connected to the ocean
The ocean is connected to the desert

Earth is whole

Waking up in this dream
Waking out of separation
Waking up to oneness
Waking up in love

All division begins from the whole

All separation returns to oneness

By meeting itself as it is

Save everyone

Save everything

Destroy the illusion of separation

Raven feathers trailing behind her
She moves without a movie

She looks like she could be an illusion
But that isn’t the case

She is a place where dark is light
light is dark

Sharing a mystical world of seeing
not seeing

Telling stories that should be said
but aren’t spoken

Subtle differences seem small
galaxies thin

When we share a honeyed glance
Across the Milky Way
Across the table

Slicing the unknowable into subsections
Then gluing it back together with vivid imagination

Identity, separation and the non-dual
These are the specials of the day

Laid bare to be seen by the microscope of mutual viewpoint
Connected and sustained by an inner world so small
It could fall through the pores of your skin

Sing the song of sadness with a smile
Crooked tears run backwards into souls aching well

Say goodbye to the black bird
Flying alone in the night

Beauty is

Truth is

Love is

There is nothing to do in any of this

Except to know that the mind creates separation

This is the great hoax

Cresting cobalt wall of water whips the rider
Rocketing down the pipeline
The surfer is not separate from the wave
Separation means getting pulled under and out to sea

The surfer is the wave
We are the wave
We are the breath
We are the heart
There is no separation from anything or anyone

Not really.

Know this and you are also the Dalai Lama
Know this and you are also the beggar
Know this and you are also the thief
Know this and you are also the mother
Know this and you are also the guru
Know this and you are also the stranger
Know this and you are also the baby
Know this and you are also the laborer
Know this and you are also the famous
Know this and you are also the street addicted hustler

Know this and know the precious threads of life that connect
Know this and know that it will all disappear into the moment that is no more.

This secret is no secret anymore