what is this?
so blatantly in my face
yet unable to be seen?
closer than my breath
yet unable to be reached?
shining through the mind
yet unable to be known?
I have come to understand that my personal motivation on the spiritual journey was a bit unusual. I wasn’t trying to escape anything. I wasn’t looking for an antidote to suffering. (Mind you, I was pretty ready to see the demise of the default demon – which turned out to simply be a belief set in concrete – when that came to pass!) I didn’t feel incomplete. I was a happy if ingenuous kind of person. But I contained an insatiable curiosity about life’s big philosophical questions – and especially the one expressed above: what is this? What is living me? What is consciousness? What is the god thing all about?
In retrospect, it’s easy to see that this inquiry was the dynamic that choreographed my life-path. Don’t get the impression that it was a joy-ride. No one escapes the dark nights of the soul and the agonies of the flesh. But mostly we survive. I have thus far survived 73 orbits of the sun. Not unscathed by any means, but still happy, and certainly a great deal wiser. I see this blog as a place where some of that wisdom can be shared – a bright little screen of spaciousness where spaciousness is offered, and where it can be received by spaciousness.
Keeping in mind that “who speaks is not who writes and who writes is not who is,” I will describe myself as a retired educator and artist who at last has time to scribble and paint, to question everything, and to adore silence. I am called Miriam Louisa (either or both) and at the moment I live in Queensland, Australia.
I write because I like to read what gets written. Same reason I paint, and make things. Because I want to see what will happen. What will appear. What will amaze.
It was not always so simple. There used to be a ‘doer’ person here who took it for granted that she was in control. But life kept undermining that assumption, particularly in the studio. So often the ‘doer’ (artist) dis-appeared and in its place a totally non-personal, gracious, fluid, movement of creativity was operating. Whenever I tried to scrutinize this movement it ceased. It was a tantalizing koan for me. If I wasn’t in control, what was? What did it have to do with my life question?
Decades passed. Eventually my inquiry was seen to be an ‘impossible question.’ It could not be answered by any kind of rationalizing or conceptualizing because as soon as those tools were applied, they hit a brick wall. Whatever was doing the thinking seemed to be the core of the problem. So I had to find out whether the ‘thinker’ was independent of the thoughts that kept spinning around the question.
What that amounted to, was finding out whether the self I took myself to be was real, or ‘thought up’, imaginary.
The ‘myself’ I took myself to be never survived the scrutiny. It simply couldn’t be found. In its place there was simply a flow of being, a beingness that was inseparable from its own self-awareness. It is recognized as the ineffable, unknowable, unreachable mystery of my life question – except that it couldn’t be less mysterious. It is naked and openly available for all to find. The fact is, it cannot be escaped.
It is embraced – by itself, it is beloved – by itself. It is known – by itself – as this unlit light.
If you have read this far and would like to contact me, please feel welcome. Please note that there’s no teacher or pundit here, no one who will speculate. I can only offer the fruits of my own inquiry, and perhaps share pointers with you that were effective for me. We are all exquisitely different versions of Life shedding our sleep-masks, our blinkers. We will all do it differently, but no one escapes the fact that it must be done for oneself, by oneself.
~ miriam louisa
miriam louisa’s writing and poetry
… I like to talk about this way of seeing things as one sings in the bathtub
or splashes in the sea.
There is no mission, nor intent to convert, and yet I believe
that if this state of consciousness could become more universal,
the pretentious nonsense which passes for the serious business of the world
would dissolve in laughter.
~ Alan Watts in This is It
well, very nicely put. I also paint to be amazed at what will appear it’s such a great surprise isn’t it?
Thnx for writing this…Deb
Thanks for your comment, Deb. Yes, it never ceases to amaze, and to humble. I can’t imagine working any other way!
BTW I enjoyed visiting your site. Beautiful.
I have been enjoying the expressions I read on your blog site. Only today did I click on Who – Why and felt the authenticity of your sharing
Thank you for following the nudge to do what you do …..for me there is a resonance or reflection inside that recognizes what is being said, and rejoices in the reality of what can’t be said and yet ….. sometimes words are put together in such a way to touch somebody on the internet. Miracles of Now
What a beautiful comment you have written Harriet, it is deeply appreciated.
Apologies for not responding sooner – I’ve been in retreat these past six weeks. Let’s see what gets written now – it was a very deep and powerful retreat!
Miriam, I would like to nominate you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award! Check out this link to see how it works: http://sacredlanguage.wordpress.com/2012/05/08/circle-of-praise/
May your words continue to inspire and to Awaken…
Dear Ben – I’m humbled by your generous gesture of nominating this little blog for the “Very Inspiring Blogger Award” – and delighted to know your own inspiring blog has been given recognition as well. Thank you!
With great respect …
🙂 Lovely to meet you – and blessings be!
Thank you dear Heidi – I’m delighted to meet you and your writing as well! 🙂
Dear Miriam, I emailed you at the address above. With love, Nadia.
Thank you dear Nadia – I’ll get back to you soon!
Love to you, ml
I like what you said about sharing about your inquiry. It is something I am struggling with- how to share what I have found after healing myself from illness.
Thank you for the inspiring words.
Dear Laurie – you are doing an exquisite job of sharing your inquiry on your lovely blog.
“your strength and courage leaves me few words”
Keep going. We are all healed by your words.
In love, ml
Thank you, deeply, I didn’t know how to start to reach back for others still struggling. I have found so much support and inspiration from other bloggers.
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i have enjoyed your share (: and hope you find some fuzzzy joy in that which came through me. http://nondoodle.wordpress.com/
Dan – thanks for visiting and leaving your calling card. Your blog is the bees knees! “Fuzzy joy” buzzing…
Much love ml
Thy fullness is bursting in infinite expansion!
Yet, simultaneously Self -dissolving ‘back’ within.
I remain both in motion and in still.
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You are inspiring. I am looking forward to read more. Reading your about Page is the best thing in the morning today. ❤
Welcome @princessiyaaffo! I hope you’ll feel nourished and supported by what you find here.
With love, miriamma
‘I write because I like to read what gets written’ – I love this, and in my own little way feel this too at times. With gratitude and respect, Hariod Brawn.
Dear Hariod – I’m so deeply touched by this meeting-of-minds – your writing articulates so fluently and clearly all that is important to me. Thank you. I am bowing.
this page means a lot to Un-me..yes i get it and have been there, wish the flow place was all the time and not so often blocked by the “me” ish nonsense!
Thanks for the visit. Nice site you have here.
Ditto Virgilio! ⭐
Bowing, Narelle. x
Thank You, Thank you, Thank You
Philip – thank YOU! And welcome to this little niche in cyber-wonderland. I hope you’ll have a dig around; it’s good to have your company. 🙂