birthday poem

In this uncreated emptiness

– an unfurling, unfolding
energy-locus trembling with
sensations so varied
they appear to hold
no common currency –

experience swings

from melting tenderness
and wide-eyed wonder
to the creaking pain
of bodybits worn and stressed
(there’s a tutu pirouetting
on satin points in one scene;
stomping across the stage
leaden-hoofed in another)

In this uncreated emptiness

there’s a seeing, a knowing
a luminous awareing of every tonality
and every texture
every nuance of light and shade
shimmer and flicker
conspiring to create an apparent world

there’s an immaculate stillness
unchanging, unmoving, unaffected
by the stories told by
pleasure, pain or perfection

there’s a brilliant beingness
in which every dance
listed in life’s repertoire
is danced by the one

whirling
crazy lover
inexhaustibly romancing its insatiable
self

 

emelle says:

off with the training-wheels,
away with the Zimmer-frame
I raise my glass to Life!

Beloved, let this heart beat long enough
to whirl a few more orbits of the sun
dissolving, giddy and swooning, into your arms
which are
none other
than
my own

 
– ml

emptiness, smiling

Who are you

when you stop needing

to be heard?

 

Who are you

when you no longer hunger

to be understood?

 

Who are you

when your addiction

to appreciation

is gone?

 

You are, sweet one,

an Emptiness so

unobstructed and undefended

that the arrows loosed

by gods and men

pass clear through.

 

And your smile

betrays a serenity

that’s unassailable.

 

Your Buddha Smile

 

Your smile!

 

– miriam louisa


echoes from emptiness

From time to time, notes from this series of scribblings have been randomly posted here.

They have been stewing in the morphogenetic pot for seven years awaiting their form and time – and title.  I liked the recent incarnation: “Slow Death by Zafu” but feedback indicated it was a touch morbid!  Wee-me is touchy about relinquishing its solidity, unsurprisingly.

Yet it never tires of seeking the very love it would melt into – if only it would melt.  The notes are really about this inevitable melt-down, and the consequences of it as it unfolded in the day-to-day life of she-who-scribbles.

The notes are now officially titled “Echoes from Emptiness,” and they have a site of their own where they are being (retrospectively) posted from the beginning – day 1.  The whys and wherefores are set down in the “about” page.  If Emptiness wishes, some might still be posted here.

echoesfromemptiness.com

I hope you’ll visit!

– miriam louisa


Posts from ‘echoes from emptiness’ reblogged here, to date


this is awesome, this is wondrous

A week ago I said goodbye to those tropical skies that smile and shower upon the red earth and the tall gums of Capricornia Australia.  I bade farewell to the cackling Kookaburras, the inquisitive geckos, the huge Huntsman spiders…

I said goodbye and they said – Why do you farewell us, You who create us with a simple glance?  A touch?  A sniff or a taste?  A thought?  Are you leaving your mind behind?

A week ago I said hello to the steely temperate skies that hover low, gusty and wet, over this soft green land, Aotearoa New Zealand.  I said hello to the flowering Kowhai and the Tuis probing deep for nectar.  I said hello to the spindly flax, the Toi Tois and the tall cabbage trees tossing in the wind.

And they said – Welcome to yet another empty canvas within Your ever-creative mind.  Welcome, and thank You for giving us existence, for causing us to appear!  Without Your incandescent mind we remain mere patterns of potential in the womb of Emptiness!

This is awesome, this is wondrous:  the knowingness that wherever One goes, there is always only OneSelf unfolding its display in OneMind.

And there’s more – this knowingness, dear One, wears your name-tag.  But don’t be mistaken – it isn’t yours, or mine.  It’s its own OneSelf.

OneSelf, OneMind:  One – and only One.

~ miriam louisa

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a mind-shift of great subtlety

One Life-thread flows through everything.  This isn’t some poetic fantasy; you can find out for yourself if you go deeply into the appearance of ‘things’ – any things, including the ‘you’ thing and the ‘me’ thing.  What you find is that nothing – no thing – is a thing with independent existence.  Everything you put under your microscope turns out to be a complex web of interdependent relationships connected to every other complex web of interdependent relationships.  We paste a name on this seething mass of quantum energies and hey ho! – it becomes real.

Except, it isn’t.  It’s actually a field of infinite possibilities which we have attempted to freeze-dry by labeling.  Look closely enough and you’ll find that no objects could ever be said to exist.  Buddhists call the inherent no-thing-ness of phenomena emptiness, or void.  It doesn’t mean appearance isn’t happening and you must be a nutter because to you, it IS – it means that appearance is simply appearance.

So what can be said about the web of connections?  What’s the stuff of this web?  It’s immaterial; it can only be inferred.  This isn’t deep metaphysics, any more than Life’s presence is inferred in a body that’s up and alive.  The web, imo, is Life itself.  And that’s about all I can say because I’m a zafu-sitter not a scientist.

But as far as I’m concerned it’s the profound understanding of emptiness and the web of Life energy which animates the field of Infinite Potential (as posited by David Bohm) that constitutes self-realization.  It changes everything.  It’s a mind-shift of great subtlety and it is irreversible.

– miriam louisa

Without self-realization no virtue is genuine.
It is only when you arrive at the deepest conviction
that the same life flows through everything,
and that you ARE that life,
that you can begin to love naturally and spontaneously.
– Ramesh S. Balsekar


rest your weary heart and mind

An extract from the page I added recently:
the great perfection

 

Simply rest in this transparent, nondual present awareness.

Make yourself at home in the natural state of pure presence, just being, not doing anything in particular.
Present awareness is empty, open, and luminous; not a concrete substance, yet not nothing.

Empty, yet it is perfectly cognizant, lucid, aware.

As if magically, not by causing it to be aware, but innately aware, awareness continuously functions.

These two sides of present awareness or Rigpa – its emptiness and its cognizance (lucidity) – are inseparable.

Emptiness and luminosity (knowing) are inseparable.

They are formless, as if nothing whatsoever, ungraspable, unborn, undying; yet spacious, vivid, buoyant.

Nothing whatsoever, yet Emaho!, everything is magically experienced.

Simply recognize this.
Look into the magical mirror of mind and appreciate this infinite magical display.

With constant, vigilant mindfulness, sustain this recognition of empty, open, brilliant awareness.
Cultivate nothing else.
There is nothing else to do, or to undo.
Let it remain naturally.

Don’t spoil it by manipulating, by controlling, by tampering with it, and worrying about whether you are right or wrong, or having a good meditation or a bad meditation.

Leave it as it is, and rest your weary heart and mind.

Jamgon Kongtrul Rinpoche


everything is it, everything!

You are already awake.  And by you I don’t mean you as the imaginary separate individual.  I mean you as everything–you as this awake space that’s here right now, that is everything and no-thing.  

I mean the seeing, breathing, awaring being that is already awake, already complete–always complete, always awake.  

And everything is it, everything, everything!  The sunlight, the birds, the leaves, the traffic, the thoughts, the mental movies, the headaches, the episodes of acid indigestion.  

Everything is this one undivided, awake, alive–what?  I could put some word on it–beingness, emptiness, presence, God, the Self, oneness, boundlessness.  Those are just words and each of those words is it.  Every word is it.  Everything is it.  

And there’s no possibility of being separate from it or losing it or not having it yet, or not quite getting it, because there’s no one apart from it to get it or to lose it or to find it or to have it.  

And the thought, “I’m not quite there yet,” is only a thought.  And that thought is it too, playfully expressing itself as that funny little thought and the melodrama that thought creates, because apparently whatever this is, this awake emptiness or whatever you want to call it, apparently it enjoys melodramas.  It loves playing.

~ Joan Tollifson


Source – Joan’s website: http://www.joantollifson.com/writing5.html