Single View
The I-library contains
and reflects just
one single point of view
(of a trillion, trillion
trillion, et cetera views)
How could this
tiny fragment
of the whole possible
discern the truth?
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Very Wise Wolfe
Robert Wolfe once
pointed out
that “the search ends
with the searcher”
So wise
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Birth and Death of Ego
The I-Notion is
held in place
by volition—
aka free will
This means, of course
that you are free
to let go this notion
—any time
::
Sleight of Mind
“I” is just a
sleight of mind
“Mind” is just a
sleight of mind
The sleightest
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Sages and Saints
The Earth is
enveloped by
ignorant darkness
Here and there
though very
far apart
a pinprick of light
These lights
have a name
We call them
Sages and Saints
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On Scientology
Hubbard’s true fallacy—
Teaching a permanent
everlasting (individual) “I”
Surrender this “I”—
and you also surrender
all of “I’s” problems
all of “I’s” time track
with its implants
and engrams and
other fetters
Surrender this
individual “I” and
be the clearest
of Clears
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Looking — Seeing
Atman (I) may do
the looking
but it is Brahman
(true Self)
who sees
for
Atman is a
figmental fragment
of Brahman—
Eye vs True Self
::
Images/Theories/Illusions
My mind’s capacity for images
is like Santa Clause’s sack
which fits on his sleigh
while containing presents
for every child on earth
My mind’s capacity for theories…
My mind’s capacity for illusions…
::
Viewpoint
I, aka Atman
is but a fragmented
Brahman point of view
::
Sweetest Pleasure
My sweetest pleasure—
when the unbelievable
wings believable
When the could not possibly
wings very much can
The thrill of knowing
::
True Herd Mentality
A thousand pigeons
It only takes the one—
and they are all airborne
::
View Point
I am but a slice
of forever sky
looking out at
from this view
::
Atman vs. Brahman
Little I is firm
and noisy
Big I is both
silent and
featherlight
::
Lawn Care
I know to mow
my lawn
when real estate
prices ‘round me
start to drop
::
Clarity
Amazing
Rober Wolfe
makes the
unfathomable
fathomable
::
Metta
Every view—
May the one true sun
rise for you
May you know peace
and strength
and letting go
May you know grace
May the stillness
inside you
guide you
May your angel walk
beside you
May you find your way
back home
::
Osmosis?
I hoped that owning
Holy books
would rub their
Holiness
off on me
How though?
Osmosis?
I have to report
not very
successfully
::
Ego Ties
The many
disappointments
I have caused
yield strong, lasting
I-fetters
::
VR Goggles
The best possible
VR Goggles?
Your very own body
of course
::
What Is I?
I is a bit of
patchwork—
of a trillion
trillion
memories
The common
denominator
among all of them
is the I-view
Cut the I-view off
at the source
and all those
memories
will vanish
What remains
is truly You
One clause in
the I-view contract
read “You mush record
every now.”
As an honest
law-abiding I-view
like a fool you
signed and did
Much to your
chagrin when you
discovered that
you could not
turn it off
::
Expansion
How to swell
beyond the I-skin
How to fill
the room with
happiness
::
Futility
To out-think thinking
is more or less
like trying to
outrun running
::
Reading Vedanta
Reading Vedanta
is more like
reminiscing
than anything else
and
I seem to prefer
reminiscing
before letting go—
very strange
Gotta change that
::
Us Midwives
Fetal thoughts
remain unborn
unless we reach
for them
to give them birth
::
Advaita Quandary
Am I ready
to let me go?
Oh, I don’t know
I’m pretty
precious
::
Death Wish
I wish I did not
have to breathe
I wish I could just
sit in stillness
::
The Real Skill
The skill is seeing
through
the idea of it
to the thing itself
::
Philosophers
All true philosophers
are not only “we”
but “I” with each other
::
Selves
The little self
has a thousand
seams and stitches
The Big Self
has none
::
Sacred Syllables
Ease to Still
Aware to Am
Seven sacred
syllables
to guide me
::
The Pacific
The Pacific Ocean?
Oh, yes, indeed
it does go on
for a bit
::
This Old Body
Me to God:
You can have it
God to me:
Don’t want it now
—all used up
Oh, well—
Guess I’m
stuck with it
::
History of self
I did not decide “I”
ages ago—
I do every moment
::
Shadows
A shadow cast
by a feather
is as dark as that
cast by a knife
::
Sun and Moon
He looked at the sun
and said
You know, that moon
is really, really bright
::
Discovery
I just discovered:
Dogs cannot shit
and bark
simultaneously
::
Vichara
Who am I?
To whom this, that?
Self-aware
Discerning selves
to stillness
::
Purgatory
Just being in stillness
strikes me as a
clear, joyous purgatory
::
Private Maya
The mind is like
a private Maya
helping the Self
Illusionize
As would an
auxiliary engine
or a
servo-mechanism
::
Word Play
An interesting
question:
What is the
quiddity
of a pound
sterling?
::
Sprung a Leak
This morning
my mind
sprung a leak
and some lovely
sentences
escaped
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Questions
“Who am I?”
A more revelatory
question might be:
“What is I?”
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Silver Lining
Worst silver lining
ever:
struck by an
empty, speeding
ambulance
::
Auto Dissonance
A Miata with
disabled
license plates:
cognitive
dissonance
For it takes a
circus quality
contortionist
to get into
::
The Egoic I
The I is a thick lens
a filter, a tiny
constricting glass tube
a binding constriction
we voluntarily
squeezed ourselves
into
that we should enjoy
our little selfdoms
::
Spiders
So, Miss Spider
kills Mr. Spider
after lovemaking
—These Women!!
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Existence
Original lie:
You do not exist
Original truth:
You do
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