strewth and crikey

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the apparent, assumed (and therefore experienced) self
is nothing more than a constellation of attributes
– all acquired –
around an identification

how it comes to be,
how it can be transcended,
and what might occur when it goes,
are more speculations of that assumed self

seen with ruthless directness, it all goes

only naked inescapable awareness remains

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a silver shimmering silence sings
through this spacious beatland
called body-brain:
Lover tells me it is the Word of the Great Light

strewth and crikey –
I can’t extricate myself to argue!

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~ miriam louisa

echoes from emptiness

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the Presence of the absence of ‘me’

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creativity
humility
heaven
peace
trust
love
joy

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seven words attempting to describe one thing

a thing that can never be an object,
and therefore, can never be described

how then can It be found?

it can’t – it’s never been lost!

seven words all amounting to the same no-thing:

the Presence of the absence of ‘me’

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~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness

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‘I’ is the only player

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there has been rain in the night
and the earth’s breath
is fresh and fruity this dawn

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what am I?
I am Awareness
that ‘I am’ not
and only ‘I’ is

intellectual acceptance of this
isn’t difficult;
self thinks it has understood something
and is pleased

but as acceptance percolates down
into the darker layers
something called me
isn’t so happy

the battle of battles begins
the outcome is inevitable –
winners in every corner
all bets collectible

turns out there was
only one Player!

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~ miriam louisa

echoes from emptiness

image source unknown

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it’s closer than a heart-beat

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the profound peace that flows
into the space left vacant by the dissolving of the ‘doer’
is the very peace so long sought by that doer

it’s a cool drink of pure water
on a stifling summer’s day
it’s a down doona on a chilly night

it’s the quiet rapture of immeasurable relaxation

it passes all understanding

and it’s closer than a heart-beat

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~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness

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this unborn I

Wake up, you poets:
let echoes end,
and voices begin.

~ Antonio Machado

 

 

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out of this singing silence
that lives the wondrous now,

that animates the ten thousand versions of this
and is never elsewhere than right here

a new, yet wholly familiar
Lifedrop
forms

it is not a person
not a being or an entity or an individual
yet all of these and all else as well

its quality is oceanic spaciousness:
this unborn I

– miriam louisa

echoes from emptiness


 

Photo: Alan Larus
the new spiritual art of the world


where could loneliness be found?

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The sea is sighing this morning.  Its murmur is the continuo that cradles the voices of my sangha-souls:

– brisk yap of startled dog

– honk of ibis, strutting on stilts

– warble of magpies’ morning choir practice

– chatter of pink galas, busy on newly-greened grass

– laughter of lorikeets taking breakfast in the scarlet bottlebrush

– and beachside, the cackle of kookaburras hunting crabs.

Pink and white oleanders show off under the big gums and a huge sulphur-crested cockatoo paints a streak of white as it swoops across the park, suddenly silencing the sangha with its raucous shriek.  They listen; a second passes.  Then they all strike up again.

On my shady balcony, tubs of color:  impatiens, caladiums, violets, maidenhair ferns.  And, oh delight!  A shiny green sleepy-eyed frog has taken up residence in the water reservoir under the ferns!

I live alone and am often asked whether I feel lonely.  Where, I wonder, on this magical and miraculous Earth could loneliness be found?

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~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness

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have you noticed?

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awesome thing, perception

a no-thing itself,
it makes up the web of
space and time
so that the world can appear


awesome thing, conceptualization

a no-thing itself,
it makes up the labels that
name and explain
those worldly appearances


awesome thing, Awareness

a no-thing itself,
it does nothing at all
but enjoy the View!

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~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness

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