true welcoming

welcoming is not something a mind can practice,
it is a word that takes us through its doorway into harmony with life,
it is an attribute of consciousness.

in a moment of genuine welcoming
of all the elements of our experience,
the totality of that which appears to us,
we are grounding ourselves in the reality of our Being,
even if unknowingly at first.

there may be a great softening of the edges of things
when the mind realizes there is nothing to fight,
when the body realizes there is safety in this welcoming presence,
when the world ceases to seem alienating and strange.

there may be a deep relaxation which leads effortlessly towards stillness and silence.
all that’s required is to genuinely welcome this
whatever perceptions are here right now.

we can still say ‘No’
we can still think
we can still consider the past and future
we can still get involved in political issues (or whatever)

there is no bypass because in the true welcoming of consciousness
all our experiences are met as they are
without the agenda of assumptions about the way things ought to be

a moment of welcoming
is a moment of innocence

the doorway is always open

we are really this imperturbable, infinite welcoming presence
and to welcome is to remember again our natural stance
towards the life we have emanated out of our stillness

to see with eyes unclouded

this pure Being, limitless Awareness,
self-evident and evident-in-reality to itself alone,
a cosmic echoing chamber for the thoughts of the Infinite,
resolves in its nature to unfold
like flowering morning petals in the sunlit mist.

without the veil superimposed by the belief in fragmentation
the experience of Presence is revealed:
now the thoughts spring forth from a new source,
soon the body comes to rest once again in its natural satisfaction…
and slowly, slowly, the remaining elements of dynamism
– like relationship, interaction, and activity –
become ever more harmonious expression of this Love-of-what-Is.

with the eyes of insight, all it takes is an instant
to look clearly at the evidence on the docket –
to realize that this Consciousness shares none of the limitations
of any object we can ever perceive,
and yet, it is inexhaustibly Real.

its undeniable Reality is the essential Reality of all there is…

Consciousness is Real;
Reality is Conscious;
there is only one Reality.

it’s not an intellectual exercise,
it’s to see-without-seeing,
to recognize what is really here,
perceiving our experience all the time,
perceiving Itself, in fact, eternally.

this is the journey
  to see with eyes
    unclouded

nobody seeing

the problem with concepts is that, if misdirected, they can seemingly justify the belief in a limited knower. who is the “I” who knows anything? consciousness – not a mind. but the mind, subtly, seems to be able to appropriate the understanding to a belief in being an awakened, limited being.

perhaps the true place of concept and thoughts (beyond practicality) is to point to the truth. but once that’s done – once the belief in separation has been un-checked – there’s not really any need for spiritual concept.

we can ‘ride’ a concept to the experience of Being – in a moment of availability, the old belief system drops, and there is a glimpse beyond the mind – a glimpse of consciousness. but when the body points to awareness – points in its transparency towards the infinite – we experience ourselves again without the use of concept – and the sensation is felt as the emotion of the moment.

to feel the surrounding objects as an extension is to release the body from habitual contraction – but sensation continues. the body points towards consciousness – is a vehicle to that experience – but still, sensation continues. in the present sensation there is a whole world beyond concept.

how do you describe a sensation? failure is inevitable, although you can be poetic and try – fail more or less beautifully.

naturally, the body seems to become the guide through life – although ultimately the guide is consciousness, is life itself – the body in its wisdom seems to function organically, no need to superimpose an agenda.

it is seen in the sensation that I am the nobody my mind cannot see.

Eternity’s Hourglass

without even the gold-painted husk that once I held as mine own,
realms of rapture become felt now as recalcitrant glimpses,
waves upon a distant shore lost to the horizon,
somewhere barely reached by time,
that false prophet
of mind.
what
emerged in its
retainer, after the slow merging
of sensory murals splayed with seductive colours
and expansive promises, was a return to conscious transparency,
as it was before I was born, transforming this life into its detachment.
there remains an equanimous stillness wherein the seeming continues to grow,
germane to freedom and to the musings of peace, but openly restful within,
without worry nor even care to stop and reconsider
the mind’s former stratagems of self-sabotage;
the wonder without has met the
knowing within.
and so,
consciousness,
the self-recognizing presence,
naturally works its way out of the planted shell
of inquiry and eventually cascades itself outwards to reform
the entirety of the self-experience, until there remains nought to pursue,
other than what, in this very moment, could best reflect the beauty of timelessness.

Birdfeed

The world within often draws me towards itself – to leave the cares of moving life behind and to rejoin the eternal. There, I find a jewel that I cannot give away. I might well share it if I could. I would make of it an offering, but it’s stuck in my lungs and hands and all the rest. All I can do is Be it. In the moment, it’s just this sweet sense of Being, and these words, a gesture of gratitude with my attempt at a little stamp of light.

Maybe I’ll spend the morning with the geese that hang out near here, fearless creatures they are. They stroll along busy streets causing a mess and don’t care much about the drivers who gets chuffed along the way. Sometimes I think: I am but a bird singing my song for the simple joy of singing it, not (necessarily) to attract a mate, however, just because it’s my thing. That’s a nice image, but today, I think I’d like to be a goose walking in front of traffic, for the simple joy of charting my own course, not (necessarily) to stump anyone or cause a rift, but just because I’m alive. Let’s not get too romantic about it.

There is more here than just the endless inner world, or at least, I’ll give myself, as bird-feed, the illusion that there is, and touch hands to face under the breaking light of day.

Of the Sun

This wonder lives
in the eye of the I,
as brief expanses of light
echo within galaxies lost to time
that soar through the night sky,
regardless.

When waking life is seen to be the waking dream

then Life, never parted from beauty,
is known once again in the heart of Awareness
and all of this enfolds itself inside once more,
and there’s no more gap.

the empty cup is full
but the dizzy dancer doesn’t settle for terms.

it’s all too much sometimes
too much to take in
so there’s a melting into the words of a song
and then the song melts itself into the motion of silence
and then it springs backwards into fireworks over the bay

stillness laughs
and motion snores
and everything between is singing for us to remember

because there is nothing to fear:
not a belief, not a thought, not a dream nor a nightmare

the one in charge is good
we have a good captain on deck

I only know because one time I glimpsed the sunrise after a dark night,
a night when everything collapsed,
and now I know.

or, maybe, now I know I don’t know much but
what I’m trying to say is:

The sun doesn’t stop rising,
And we are all children of the sun.

The Key to Peace

What is here?

Seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching;
Thinking, feeling.

The senses, the mind and the body.

All are perceived by the same consciousness.
And this consciousness is self-knowing.

It may seem like there is only the body, the mind, the world,
and the consciousness is distinct:
but what do the body, the mind and the world arise within?

Consciousness is often likened to a ‘space’ where all these perceptions arise.
In fact, the world is not ‘outside’ of you. It is inside. Everything is inside.
The body sensations arise within the conscious ‘space’ –
an infinite welcoming presence waiting for our joyful surrender.

Where would the body, the mind, the world arise within other than in consciousness,
other than in the reality that perceives?
All perceptions are within you, within awareness.

And what is the substance of these perceptions, what are they really?

They are perceived by consciousness, in consciousness,
and they are made of consciousness.
There is only consciousness.

This consciousness we are has no border or boundary,
no shape, size, or texture,

it Is,
it is Aware,
it is Present,
it is Real,
it is Limitless Perceiving.

When was this consciousness born? When will it die? Will it die?
Or is birth and death a sentence given to objects, for that which arises and which must eventually fall?
But consciousness – when have we experienced it arising?
When have we experienced it falling?

It’s always been with us.
It’s always been us.
It’s always been.
And it will always be.

Consciousness is Eternal Life.

Because that which Lives, that which is truly Alive, is that which perceives, that which creates and sustains the forms,
itself not subject to the rules and quandaries of impermanence.

Everything is impermanent, but consciousness is not a thing.
It is what is truly permanent.

And in it, we find Peace.

Peace that is not subject to the comings and goings of any event or any object or any situation or any relationship.

Peace that is in fact causeless, timeless, permanent.
Our very nature is Peace itself, whether we know it or not.

And the key to rediscovering this is simply to notice
and to fall in love with our very

Consciousness.