There is no one to be someone blah blah...who gives a shit. This is life dancing in perfect sublime harmony. It's more than likely of course, I will contradict myself next post, that's called freedom.

I don't use right words. No right words can't even touch the wonder of this alive, wonderful life. Right words trap the person into another conceptual reality. It becomes tired, dry and somewhat tedious. What interests me when talking to people is the honesty that comes with it. It is alive and a response from here is more forth coming. We can then sing and dance together and it can be so so beautiful. There is a freedom that happens beyond the words, an energy that is beyond

'We' are a concept. Can you find 'we', or is this an idea. All there is, is what is here. The concepts of we is also what is, but the concept itself is not a reality. It is merely an idea that arises. The same with 'I'. Merely an imagined idea which is deeply believed. Where is the reality of it? "But it feels real". Yes but a feeling does not make it true. All the stories that are focused outside of what is actually happening are merely stories, not the reality of what is ac

The oceans, we do not cross Riches, we do not own Freedom, we do not reach Beauty, we do not touch I, we do not make Life, we do not live Death, we do not enter We, we are not

I love to contemplate death in the morning with a cup of coffee The ground beneath me becomes a myriad of stars They swirl like the milk in my cup They dissolve and evolve then eat other And I wash it down with a swig of coffee Later death comes to visit me again We sit on a bench with my head in his lap He strokes my hair and tells me stories with no meaning Then we make love for a million years After returning from eternities embrace I put the kettle back on Lisa Lennon

There are no right words for this life, this everything and nothing. I see wonderful and amusing non duality arguments and discussion on social media like facebook. There can seem as if there are right words and language. No words can describe this. What about these words. This can be achingly beautiful, a bone crushing wonder and bemusement. Death and life, all at once, all swirling twirling nothing, streaming in no-time. A cacophony of nothing zapping out of nothing, stun

Something apparently changed But nothing happened There was suddenly no separation Though there was never separation It went from something to nothing Yet there is nothing... and there is not nothing It looks like a paradox of contradiction It is...and it isn't There is and there isn't Here and no here Boundless everything Boundless nothing Absolutely Nothing Nothing