Sitting this morning at summer’s window
wondering
what quirk of destiny’s unfolding
led
to the conviction of separation in
a human mindHow is it possible to so thoroughly
believe
in something (a solid independent ‘me’)
that has never been able to be proven
to exist?How is it possible to turn this
phantom
into a seeker who desperately
desires
to be free of itself and its stories? (huh?)How is it possible to
avoid
the in-your-face obvious and
inescapable
truth
that the present presents with
every nano-second of aliveness?How could anything so
simple
available
uncomplicated
and unavoidable
turn into a mystery, a concept
that would fuel galaxies of
religious and philosophical
thought-worlds?It’s totally beyond me…
(literally and figuratively)
But it’s bloody marvelous all the same.
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~ miriam louisa
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this unlit light 
Marvelous indeed
Thanks for your comment Roy – I can see you chuckling!
🙂 ~ ml
HOW WONDERFUL DEAR FRIEND !!!!
xxx
Slavka – you are online out there on the Coral Sea?
I’m so happy to know you stopped by –
xxx ~ ml
Two words: Inkblot test ;-).
If the inkblots are “out there” outside of me, and thought is “in here” inside of me, how is it that I can see (for example) a man riding a bicycle in the inkblots?
Where’s the actual line of division between “in here” and “out there” ?
love and peace…
Tim! You know as well as I do. “Truly – all is this Light,” to quote your dear self.
The inkblots and the thought and the man on the bicycle and inside and outside are all arisings within this Unlit Light that is all-there-is.
A line of division has never been found, amazingly, yet we still love to believe one exists somewhere.
Thanks for leaving your comment …
~ ml
I know, it’s just such a joy noticing there’s no line of division, that I love to point it out everywhere :-).