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unframe me

(picture: "Framed" by Sven Geier)

i stood in front of the friend today
but i couldn't be seen
i couldn't be heard
and i couldn't be moved
and in this forgetting
i found my freedom

this is the freedom
of being forgotten

no dull image to behold
no past thought to remind
no name to be called
no memories to bind

i stood in front of the friend today
for the first time facing
my unquestionable absence
and in it i faced
the freedom
of being forgotten

in forgetting me
you have only

so forget me.
for i have undoubtedly forgotten you.

Questions from Obscurity

(picture: "Effortless" by Sven Geier)

* * * * *
who are you when you speak?
and who are you when you relate?
and who is it that relates and speaks back to you?

do you speak to your mind's projection?
or the formless One that is all things?
do you interact with your mental ideas?
or the formless One that is prior to all conceptions?

are you the thought-stream of "me" content?
who sees this endless stream?
who sees this "me" that is continually constructed and dissolved?
from where do your words come and toward whom do they go?

who is this that asks, and who are you that answers?

this dream appearance implies much
but it says absolutely nothing
to see that you are the all and that the all is you,
is to have shed the shackles of inverted perception.

but even these words are just concepts.
throw them out.
what remains?

in the end, you your Self are all questions
and all answers.

Remain Here

(picture: "Infinity" by Sven Geier)
* * * * *
those inviting tales the minds presents, will be frightful in no time at all.
for the mind never weaves pleasure
apart from pain.
if sorrow be your chosen companion,
then stay immersed in your imaginings.
what are past and future but pure mental fabrications?
there is no substance to memory and imagination.
recede attention from these pseudo-experiences,
from these private delusions,
and remain free as you've always been.
Here in the ease of this first unchanging moment.


No "I"

(picture: "Eye of Storm" by Sven Geier)

* * * * *
"I" is a play, "I" is a cloak
"I" is nothing, but a swirl of smoke

No "I" to love, No "I" to stay
No "I" to give, No "I" to take

No "I" to see, No "I" to hear
No "I" to wake, I disappear

All is the One

our tendency to idolize an apparent other while minimizing ourself is a most peculiar trait. when all is an expression of One Life, who is the greater and who is the lesser? there are many colors, many containers, but it is the same substance that flows through them all!

the mystic says, "i am you." and he says this with conviction. you'll never convince the mystic that you are other than himself. he does not say this because he sees himself as the corpse, the sac of skin and bones. he knows, he sees, that he is not the container. he sees that he is life itself. life itself! how can he be anything else? he is life, and that is all. as are you. and she. and they. it is One Life that flows through many. it is you. can one life be lesser or greater than itself? this One Life is you. this life is I. there's nothing else.

Oneness isn't a catch phrase. it is The Reality.

* * * * *

Till man destroys "self" he is no true friend of God.

Once a man came and knoc…

Coming Home

where are you Now?
where has mind lead you to?
thoughts are thieves
so come away from these creatures
the killer of thought rests Here
for what does thought have to do
with the moment at hand?
neither yesterday nor tomorrow
can introduce you to what's Here Now
what's Here Now?
what is this still ease?
come see my friend
and rest
rest Here in your original home.

unmask yourself

this moment it is indeed His play
call him what you like
give him any name
Love, Life, or Krishna
God or Being
these words
they are all without substance
for the righteous see
that He alone is
but a mind astray
says "oh this is mine and i do this"
can you not see
that He manages all?
wake up!
this dream you dream
it is His play
and you are the mask He wears.

under the Bodhi Tree

that ever present stillness is obscured
by the surface currents of mind
do not be moved by the appearance
or disappearance of things
it is all illusion
remain always with the unchanging nature
of all that is here

going astray

if life had intended that you be a sheep it would have made it so
but it did not
and so you need not
go astray

who speaks? who believes?
who conceives?
who directs?
who follows?
find this one!

what words fabricate
where stories lead
where the mind wanders
where is your abode in these?

in truth no secret hides from you
but words
the game of words
this is the trouble

everything & nothing

you may be everything but this everything here,
it is nothing.
mere transience.
no lasting permanence.
it is here now, and it is gone.

so you may be nothing.
but this nothing here,
it is everything.
but this, this neither comes nor goes.
it is always here now,
this that you are.

to see this, is to see true.
to be this, is to be the eternal you.

in everything, there are many questions.
and you are all answers.
in nothing, no questions come,
and you are as you are.

so you see,
there is everything,
and this is you.
and there is nothing,
and this is you.

so to be as you are
is to be everything
and it is to be nothing.
all at once.
do you understand this?

lost in delusion

all is mind
indeed mind is all
father, mother, friend
lover, foe
who sees?
who speaks?
who touches?
and what?
mind is all.
how is anything known?
mind is all.
subtly perceive
this mental deception
or remain lost
in this groundless delusion
all is mind
there's naught else but this mind.

what of it all?

* * * * *
just as the shadow appears and disappears
without affecting the substance from which it was cast,
so to do these life scenes come and go
without any modifications to that which you are

you are the substance
from which all things rise

good or bad, it is not so
pain or pleasure, it is not so

the shadow comes
and the shadow goes

what of it all?