September 30, 2017

Saying you have no sense of self is not an excuse for bad behaviour, I mean who would say that to start with. Saying things like, "well I have no self so therefore there is nothing i can do about my behaviour", is just another me story. Of course behaviour can be chang...

September 29, 2017

'Me' never made any decisions, ever!

It frets and worries thinking there is some kind of security in making a decision, the right decision of course. There is no security. What is spoken of here is the end of security, the end of anyone who could be secure.

Me looks for...

September 24, 2017

Where is it, this happiness? 

So you’re going along and you search for this happiness. Have you noticed it is always in form, this apparent happiness is imagined always as thought form. Even if it is this so called thing called ‘nothing’ or ‘the death of me’, these are...

September 18, 2017

Inspired to write this after speaking to dear friend. I paraphrase here..she was told that what she was doing is not non duality and has no meaning.

OK so....

All there is, is what is, none of it has more meaning than anything else. This is completeness, one appearance,...

September 16, 2017

There is no me, there is no you, there are no persons, there is no-one.

This life happening does not belong to any one, there is only life happening. 

Nothing belongs to anyone, there are only things appearing. 

'I' don't relate to anyone, there is no-one. Relating happen...

September 4, 2017

Old Man Time delights in his beguiling trickery.

He laughs as he turns his eternal clock of sands.

With a  sneaky eye he gives a sideways glance to check his illusion is in place.

Old Man Time dwells in no time. 

His ironic smile blankets his realm with a blithe mist.


September 2, 2017

The separate self lives in the fantasy of what is not.

At the same time, it is what is. 

It seeks for the greener grass, the imagined life, even the imagined "this".

It seeks for what is not happening.

Is it..what is happening, looking for what is not happening.

September 1, 2017

I live among the silent giants.

Ancient masses of rock, whose stories are unknown to me.

In a certain light, there is a profile of a dead woman.

I recognise her as once residing here.

She lies prone, like an age old fable, who's threads were snipped in undefined realms....

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