Tuesday, June 27, 2006

the dreamer is the dream

i stand upon a mountain peak
dreaming to be in the depth of a valley

who can guide me to where i already am
by what process or thought can i awaken

this way some say
others say no way

i satisfy myself that
life will live through this entity
and that clarity casts no shadow

the veil was lifted and returned
only to create another thirst

the thinker lives on

until it is not

the search i over
i am on a path to nowhere

i am not
but i think i am
this too is accepted
until it is not

seeing happened
now back to thinking
this is okay too
until it is not

what to do
what to say
other than whats done and said

until its not :)

Sunday, June 25, 2006

could be

that the path of the person is doomed
living in the illusion of self consciousness
the "me" being nothing more than the thinking mechanism
which is a machine that takes ownership of thoughts
and weaves a continuom of memory into a personal story

why do we insist we are so different than other animals?
our words are also cries, squals and barks
man has refined these vibrations into a more efficient means of communication
we have however become overdependent upon language
and live in a dream reality of our making

the world is one. connected. we can not be apart from it
yet we believe we live individual existences
this is the great delusion of mankind
because we think, we are. this certainly seems to be the case.

there are a handful of anomolies to this biological phenomon of man
those that seem to have lost sense of separate existence altogether
but then their claims are within a completely different paradigm
and we attempt to relate to what they say from our individual view
it is an utter impossibility as relating sight to the blind

my dilemna has been the search
my sorrow the frustration of "why and how?"
it seems time to accept the unity of existence
our place within it as a highly advanced biological supercomputer
here for a purpose we shall never know

what i do to you, happens to me
what i say is not my own but a collection of borrowed and assimilated words
my actions are only reactions to what i already know

what then can i possibly call my own
this is truly a virtul reality

the apple apples, the tree trees, the sky skys...
i shall just asheem
and asheem is no more an individual than my pinky is apart from my toe

nothing i have said is original in any way
i struggle to say something unique and it is an impossiility
just as my computer cant reply without inormation it already has

the mind of man is not
we listen and see and feel
all this is stored in the ether (wherever that is!)
and we tap into it over the cosmic ethernet

this is why i have been able to experience what i thought was a past
life of my grandfather or channeled other beings from outer realms

others have visited places without leaving the body
or seen past an future in others or connect with what they think are spirits etc

must be a connection to the universal mindsphere - zeitgeist

how often do you speak and not even know where the words come from?
they dont come from within but from without
the body is a play of elements suffused with the Great Intelligence

how this thing taps into that thing can not be known
because for something to be known it requires a knower
ultimately this thing and that thing are one so the question is false
as all questions are

there is no such thing other than in the illiusion of separateness
and anything the illusory "knows" is itself illusory

we are not inividuals but because of some sort of bio-energetic thing
we call self consciousness which takes ownership of thoughts

those that have been annihialated in what is comonly called a human flowering
speak as if they are no one, having lost any sense of individual whatsoever
they seem universally to be at a loss to communicate it
as language is the very limitation to what it seeks to express

i have a memory of this happening for me for a period of 3 days
the sense of self has returned so i have no way of relating to it other than
an experience which it was not because an experience depends upon the subject
and the I, the seer, thinker, was just not there
but it seems to be the only validation of anything of what i have said
i feel it was independent of all programming which at that point was cleared
the body had preferences but the thinker was gone
it seems miraculous that the body could operate without the individual
well in actuality it is for everyone but since "we think" it appears that we are driving

Saturday, June 24, 2006

end of the quest

in searching for the ultimate
i had hoped to become something beyond

it has been an utter shock to find
"realization" is the lowest of places
calling for an utter loss of identity, purpose or fulfillment

no one would want this
it must anihilate you

the alternative is equally jarring
living in the world as a biological computer
running to win a race that has no finish line
stuck in a carousel of becoming what you already are

its all a virtual reality
a fiction of the so called mind

we foresake sight for the words of the blind
who weave poems of the oceans and skies

we follow in hope and create destiny, karma, cause and effect
laws, science, philosophy, spirituality and religion
to explain the inexplicable
the pursuit of what already is

i am standing at a stop sign
sensing that the turn to take
is merely the turn thats taken

thats all.

Saturday, June 10, 2006


light of light
illuminator of open skies and glimmering waters
dancing in the soft radiance of you
a natures blossoming

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

A Return to Time

An energetic contraction seems to have come with the flurry of meetings
The sense of someone has returned as if the clarity were a dream
Perhaps there was a sense of ownership there

What was being, is now in separation
There is still a sense though of “who is separated?”
But then there now appears to be a someone rationalizing again

Questions again and not clear seeing
there is no one to be upset
coming up for an apparent someone

The sense of time returns
What was effortless was
The “was” is itself the mirage
This is still felt

Who is this doubt arising for?
The desire for a return to no-one
The feeling of not being right
A feeling of helplessness –
This is what happens in the “original contraction”
Slipping into the dream is falling from paradise

There is absolutely nowhere to go from here
This is not even somewhere, its nowhere without the everywhere.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Timeless Arising

All is happening of its own accord
Thoughts appear, many of them the same as before
However there is no one to claim them

Things even become cloudy (but to no one)
This is too close to communicate

There has been only loss no gain
An utter evaporation of nothing
Even the memories are timeless now

The absurdity is that All is going on as it ever did
Even the persona remains

What has been all the mystique and fuss?
what has always been shall always be

This is more of a death than a rebirth
Nothing is next
Nothing has ever been but This
The timeless arising of being

Its all too simple
As if nothing has happened at all

Thursday, June 01, 2006


I am no longer traveling through the world
The world travels through me* and arises in me

The personal reference point is seen through as a merely a reflection and is dissolved in being (Self)
There is no more individual that is going from place to place
Places, situations, things, people, and all of manifestation appearances only

The apparent manifestation is wondrously ordered and continuous
The succession is the firmament of the mirage reinforcing the illusion that the appearance is manifest and that we too are within it

Seen rightly, nothing is happening at all
There is no individual living life but only life living as infinite possibilities innumerably arising in awareness including the mind, body, spirit we take ourselves to be

All is One, the Great Intelligence
Its very emanation is it’s being, as is the fragrance of a flower

How simple and beautiful

This and only This
The I is This, That is This
This is.

* me refers to awareness which is universal and impersonal