The earth is like this to me ha bowne doewn doewn na na na The sky is like this swee swee swee na la And the snow haaah so so hey sshhh Oh so so, you Belovedwhere and what are you to me or to we -- swee swee na na na so so hey The river the river the river sallaway sallaway saraney eoinden eoinden snaei The sun shaping of shadow like this like this (silently) (silently) When do we when do we anina ani na ohw ohw How do we how do we like this like this
You’ve lost your watch
and nearly lost your mind
you can see and feel yet
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You passed out of time
and now you reach for
but out there there are
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No references any more
real than one thing from
another or all things real
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In their own way just as
you real within this skin
consciousness skin deeper
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The blinking cursor tells
nothing like it once may
have now only intervals
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With some precision and
without measure so help
you time where what when
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Something helps you pace
yourself find your bearings
we’ve given those numbers
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Strange fruit such magic
unfolding again and again
before our eyes oh yes
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How will you know to
arrive to depart to fall in
to be yourself all in all
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Such fraternity the avenue
of time cannot turn against
all things unto themselves
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Out(side) of time we rest
markers makers listening
as long as stars hold yet
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Even then or were that
may be or not we start
again deeper than begin
A heaviness on waking
burns off like dew
moisture of the morning
dream trails left by some
unsuspecting wish to be
or to love or have love
only forgetting no possession
brings such things
no accomplishment
weighs in as favor
making any wish true
There is something here
at work abiding
more brilliant even
than the sun
for it shines always
and looking beyond
the eyes yes yes yes
yeses reveal what is
eyes possibly of heart
beyond breath even
You are what is
Neither moist nor arid
distressed or elated
lost or remembered
virtuous or awry
engaged or foot-dragging
each and all of these
burn off in the sun
of their own making
like the dew
of this morning
a morning of night
What is
has
no
equal
force
= or ≠
cannot
be measured
and left
whole
simultaneously
Instead unfold within
ourselves resplendent
beyond the fascination
with things that break
only to be
rebuilt oncemore
trimming satisfaction
from something
that can only
be diminished
by its very nature
First, it’s the music ~ music is one of the deepest reflections there is for me. A reflection in the most visceral sense where within me a recognition is stirred of the primordial nature of what I feel to be my very core self or essence. When I experience this kind of reflection, it’s as if I have access to the formless nature of being through the form of my physical self, the simple within the complex, and the vastness of the timeless within the present moment. It’s not as if I’m listening to music, but I am the music, the awareness, consciousness, and the embodiment of the music. ~ 10.7.11
Another is simply being one with nature ~ interesting, this one. Of course, I am one with nature, as there is no separating that very core aspect of this form existing in nature, as nature, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to perceive myself as ‘being one with nature.’ What occurs more than not, however, is that I am in some organized structure, a house, a car, something constructed out of nature, but one that creates more of a separation from nature than not. These structures and dwelling in them seems to me to be similar to the mind dwelling in a concept ~ there is some ‘safety’ or ‘protection’ there in the concept, but ultimately an artificial boundary.
Stepping outside of these structures, I find I meld with or join my timeless and natural state of being when just surrendering the form into natural landscape. I walk and walk up into the hills only to immerse my nature in the nature of these surrounding hills and forests, laying supine on a grassy slope facing the western sinking sun. I experience the closest thing to this ‘pre-mind’ nature in my ‘post-mind’ consciousness.
Eckhart Tolle describes nature and animals as being ‘pre-mind’ and humans as ‘post-mind.’ (In his CD collection called the art of PRESENCE.) What I take from this is that even though we, as humans, have been front and center so overly involved on an evolutionary level with the development of the mind and thus the preoccupations of the mind, we are actually at a time when we have the opportunity to step into a new ‘post-mind’ relationship with being that has an interesting relationship with the ‘pre-mind’ state of being we can witness in animals and nature. “Connecting with being,” he calls it “connecting with your body, it’s more than body, the invisible life that animates the body, the intelligence field.”
The perception point as a place of rest within the space of time/space moving around me has become more real, more palpably felt for me lately. At one time I experienced what felt to me as a profound shift in my relationship to my thoughts through a recognition of the distinction between streams or kinds of awareness, each with their own unique natures. At that time, it was a great revelation, which was followed by moments that felt like a liberation as I would feel free to say, “ah, I’m not thinking about this!” Even though thinking happened, I would not bring my focus there as part of feeling into or sensing my movements or direction. It was a recognition that thinking was not required to ‘be’ and to be true within myself, that what was true for me had an autonomy all its own, not dependent on being thought through. I’m curious now, if that was a moment that I recognized the experience of resting in the mechanics of storyline.
And now, this resting within a primary perception point comes as felt sense, not so much a recognition of something, but internal sensing of something undeniable, real where all things in motion are held in a spatial or 360 degree relationship rather than a linear relationship. Listening deeply to music, I have a similar experience of the kind of spatial awareness I’m pointing to here. Although the music can be represented linearly by a score and be accessed by musicians and played via that score, the experience of being in the music, hearing it, is purely vibrational, non linear, spatial in the sense that the vibrations move all around in their unique tones and frequencies. Music, for me, is spatial, organically opening out awareness. I have such a deep recognition of my own nature as I rest in the music, music that I respond to and resonate with.
What I love about arriving at (where there is also no arriving, no departing) this perception point, is taking in the richness of the perceptual field from the vantage point of the spatial listener, the three and four dimensional seer, the receptive. The music or the view is complex and simple at once. There is totality and there are many threads, each unique and distinct that have their own natures. And these threads correspond with aspects of my conscious or unconscious uniqueness such that the actual weaving of these are a dance that happens all on its own. There is a felt sense of the totality within me and all around me indistinguishable, just as the music or silence has capacity to penetrate and completely absorb this nexus of self.
Local and non-local are terms that figure into a human and animal conversation. Many of us humans haven’t a real sense of what it can be like to live within a non-locality frame of reference. However, this frame of reference is exactly what animals can give us a sense of if we shift out of our ordinary state of mind and allow ourselves to perceive the world through a body that doesn’t live exclusively in a state dictated by time and measurement.
as i sit to write i source the event horizon of what emerges
just enough to gather the energy into expression and
i discover there are images there instead of words
there are moving energies in my heart of hearts
that simply don’t want to be put into words
left to the pure beauty of the energy
itself breathing arising alighting
within my awareness
and sourcing
itself as
itself
ahh
ah
a
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resting
in the flux
6/30/10
note: sometimes the title is the poem, the complete poem, the title just as it comes. thus, the nature of contemplative fire: sometimes the contemplation burns so brightly, it’s invisible to the outside world. i invite you to experience this poem in that way, as it may or may not spark something in you or resonate, similarly, with your own invisible burning. blessings, janice
isn’t it funny
how today
is always ready
to come to light
in each moment before
and into the next?
even as the night falls
the light comes
to its knowing
of itself, one
moment no less
perfect than another,
simply breathing
as itself, present
within itself, otherwise
how could it be
anything but today?
i hear the instruction of sound
the layers, the depths, the information
the density carried in aural waves
mundane sounds become high teachings
the nature of that which is arising
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all things in motion creating sound
every particulate moves in some fashion
of its own in causal reply to another
you who have spoken to me
are now part of this poem
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i am nothing but sound
i am everything of sound
interpenetrating, vast, infinite and finite both
more subtle than matter yet
primary, ground, base, core
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this carrier of information, prime
communicator, speaking to all that is
ever present, overlooked, overheard
without intent, conveyor and purveyor
simultaneously of energy sensory wakening
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my heart breathes in this vibrant matrix
how often have i shadowed myself
not having pause in the listen
the subtleties feeding, nourishing,
potentializing the deeper still within
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listening even now the pulsing of life
i heard the other day that all sound
originates from the first sound ever
that all sound carries with it even now
primordial matter the event of which we are
Life Being Life 