Concepts do not apply
Open or closed does not change the door
Right or wrong, black or white, good or bad
Meaning is irrelevant
No grasping
No attachment
Function and Form
Have no impact
An example for man
Wu Wei
A door is just a door
The walls of ignorance have lost their foundations
Swaying in the breeze of understanding
Bricks become dislodged with experience
Wisdom shines its light brightly
Through vaccuus holes
Comes the Golden light of Truth
Truth shines the eyes
Eyes unable to see the message
Mind blesses shadows and ignores the Light
Horizons of understanding dawn in dazzling colors
The rising Sun shines
Shines with Love from the heart of Hearts
Reminders that the empty infinite unfolds
Unrecognized Blessings come and go
Deliverence smooths the Path
Beckoning the Journey to begin
Walls fall down
Light of love finds the eyes of the devoted
Joy
Wisdom
Understanding
Walls all fall down
There is a magic
overlooked and misunderstood
A magic of existence
A magic of consciousness
Like a rabbit out of the hat
The world appears
An illusion or conjured slight of hand
All is conscious
From cells to man
Some think and reason
Some act from stimulus
All is conscious
Magic?
Once looked into with wisdom
Answers fade but awareness arises
Our awareness is the trick
Our lives
The magic
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All comes from stardust
14 billion years, counting
One celled life
Becomes All life
In a moment of Now
A moment that has always been
Will always be, Eternal
Shifting
Becoming
Aware
Stardust finds consciouness
Consciousness discovers stardust
As light from billions of light years reaches eyes
New as the day emitted
Stardust is new
Alive
Aware
Only to be forgotten, ignored,
We are stardust
We are more
Look
See
The end of this means
The beginnig of That
Stardust evolving
Being
Alive
Aware
Stardust
Last nights Full Moon still hangs on the morning’s sky.
The Pastel blue of space is muted by the vapors of Earth’s breath,
Rising to the crest of the stoic mountain peaks, vapors disappear in to a spacial void.
The rising sun paints the clouds with the colors of redemption and beginning.
No creaturely emotions can survive the Light of Dawning.
In a Land where shadows have no shadows, we see, we know, we become, we are
There is nothing about a catapillar that indicates a butterfly.
The thinking nor the intent of the catapillar decide the outcome of the metamorphis.
Why do we believe that we can or are responsible for our change?
Is our thinking, then, justified and beneficial?
Time is merely a blink of the eternal Mind
Surfing the waves of time by your existence
You fail to see the movement
That perpetuates the illusion of linear journeys
Going forward indicates there is a backwards
Your glances fore and aft pre-occupy your awareness
Disallowing the reality of Now
The peace of Now
All of Infinity resides in Now
All Love is expressed in Now
All that is, is Now
We poison the fountainhead of the well
We make murky the waters of life
By the rising of egoic decisions
By thinking of past and carrying forward to the future
We think and doom the Now
In silence we must prevail
In thought we must decide to cease the movement beyond the
NOW
Ocean depths well up from oblivous darkness
Into the brightness of day’s light
Pressed and formed monoliths of stone
Grizzeld and rough
Just as a whale’s back rising
Dryed and shaped by Earth’s air
Struggling in quiet desperation
One last breath for existence
A priority to prevent the return to
The sand floor of the Ocean
Only to become the desert’s valley of sand
We ride the floors of Ocean and desert
With wheeled machines of the Mind
Leaving grooves of indifference
On the spine of the mammoth’s hump
We become as geckos
Scurring from the shadows to shadows
Attempting to prove life has come this way
All the while life takes root in the cracks and crevices
Left undiscovered and ignored
The cycle of life moves on
Recognized or discared
New or Old the circle continues
Flowers of the desert grow thorns
Protection
From enemies long extinct
Blooms of nectar remain hidden
Hidden from those who believe or think they know
Sweetness hidden in the desolation of our thought
Ocean’s Land lay before us
Recognition unrecognized
Forgotten
We walk
We run
Dry land risen from the depths of Ocean’s Land
We utter ourselves by seeing
All seeing is a conversation
Seeing in Silence
We approach the I Am That is always present
Why don’t we see?
