strewth and crikey

10

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

~

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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self portrait

38

‘I’ has no body;
the ten thousand things
and the ten thousand no-things
these are the skin ‘I’ wears

‘I’ has no mind;
direct seeing is its mental modality
intelligence flows from its well-spring
action is choiceless and free

‘I’ has no parents;
existence is its family tree,
breathtide its bridge to hallowed homeland
and Itself its sustenance

‘I’ has no history;
childhood and adulthood
yesterday and tomorrow –
all rest in its momentary eternity

‘I’ owns no experience;
no sorrow, no happiness, no hatred
no bliss, no blame, no freedom or burden
neither ignorance nor awakening

‘I’ is ever-innocent awareness
shining, shining as perfect presence

‘I’ is now!

‘I’ is this!

‘I’ is here!
 
– miriam louisa
(with a deep bow to a certain samurai warrior)
echoes from emptiness