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Have you seen the inside?


*photograph taken by Joseph Malinga*

Have you got to know what is within you
That you so eagerly rush to get to know the other
Only to find that when the other can no longer fulfil you
You run away and drop the other
So quickly and cruelly?

Are you able to understand what is within you
That you so eagerly rush to understand the other
Only to find that when it is impossible to do so
You run away and drop the other
So quickly and cruelly?

Have you been able to stay present to what is within you
That you so eagerly rush to stay present to the other
Only to find that when the other does not respond and that makes you helpless
You run away and drop the other
So quickly and cruelly again?

Are you able to see and realise
With wisdom and compassion
What is within you first
Without eagerly rushing to the other
Only to find out that what blocks you from the other
Is only the blocks in yourself hence projecting onto the other
That makes you run away and drop the other
Quickly and cruelly, again and again?

Do you see now
That it has nothing to do with the other
But what is within you
What is within the so-called “you”
Is only what is in the mind, the mind, the mind…

And the outer world being an echo back to you,
The so-called “you”
Is only what is in the mind, the mind, the mind…

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I couldn’t sleep last night. It took some deliberation and conscious intent in order to put myself to sleep for at least a good three hours before waking up this morning. There is also an awareness that there is a loss of appetite today and after work, all I did after dropping off some friends off was to head home, had a glass of barley, a nap, some writing, some reading, some work and a bath. It was dinner time and I knew it was time to eat although the body showed no indication of hunger albeit without food the whole day save for an energy bar and a cup of coffee in the early morning before work. Again, a conscious action was performed to eat at least a little something. And the whole day, there were waves and waves of vulnerability surfacing and simmering off and the only thing that I could do was to stay present to it since I was not mindful enough to catch the initial cause of it. It was interesting to note that the whole mechanism of such set up arose because there was a belief of “I am unworthy to eat; also unworthy to sleep” being supported by some sense of uselessness. And this was only known through a sheer questioning of “what’s wrong” as if speaking to another me, in me.

Recalling Byron Katie’s story prior her awakening where she felt not even worthy enough to sleep on a bed, it seemed as if all kinds of awakening carries some tail end of self loathe, self judgement and feelings of disgust of the self. There was indeed a statement I read somewhere that the final frontier is in fact – self consciousness. Final seems such a far-fetched word yet it made me wonder, was not the journey all the while towards self consciousness itself?

The truth is that most of us, if not all are constantly trapped in an illusion. Seldom do we realise we ourselves are the illusion until of course, there is awakefulness to it. Yet momentarily, when awakefulness is not sustained, it is popped back into it to a mind made drama believing as real.

We often hear the words ‘love anyway’ and I could not agree more that it is not only about loving another anyway but also about oneself. Yet to use the word ‘love anyway’ is as if to imply that there was no love before. Perhaps the appropriate word to use is to embrace it non-judgementally. Much like embracing a child of our own, this is afterall, our own inner child that we are embracing. A friend shared with me earlier that if we allow ourselves to dive into those feelings and feel it without being immersed in it, it is likely that we are able to identify firstly the type of emotion or feeling and thereafter its own meaning of the emotion or feeling eventually arise naturally. Can’t deny that it takes much courage to consciously experience that and learn from it since most of the time, when such feeling or emotion arise, there is often already much resistance towards it. At times, embrace is difficult too, but at least, don’t reject it. Same thing, just opposite sides of the same coin and it doesn’t really matter which side we work on, as long as it is undone.

Self Realisation is delicious although the path that leads to it often has a taste of unpleasantness and vulnerability. Yet without such, how else can invulnerability be experienced? It is a long journey and I am pretty sure it will end, some day. 🙂

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Nevermind if it is a Buddha or Christ incarnation.

Have you done your work? Or are you doing your work? Why bother if it is a Buddha or Christ incarnation? How do they serve you when you read some stories? What comes up in the mind or what arises within you? Are you mindful or even aware? What are the further stories that come up in the mind masking the already story told by another?

So you ask, what if it is true? And how about questioning, what if it isn’t? And if it says what if it isn’t? How about asking it back what if it is true? How does it relate to you in experiential wise? Are you liberated by it? Or totally immerse into it? Are you inspired by it? Or does it become just another topic to speak of to another – for the sake of speaking or conversing? Do you learn anything from it?

It is doom’s day. It is a joyful celebration.

Are you watching? Inquiring? Listening? Discerning? Aware? Awake?

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Only believing…

It is all innocence, really; only believing what is right and true.

So how can another be wrong or stupid, when he or she too is only believing what is true and right for him or her; save when it threatens what is true and right for you?

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Do I need to tell you some more
that
I See You
I Love You
I Care for You
when already
I am seeing you
I am loving you
I am caring for you
all at the same time
save for an expression?

making words of
I See You
I Love You
I Care for you
totally redundant
save for moments when
you need to hear it from me
or
my needing for you to hear it
occurring in moments
when you do not seem know…

or could it possibly be
more true
that
it is I
who do not know?

If not, why would I need to express it
as if to affirm it
whether it is for your need or my need?

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Of Choices

at first, there is no choice
until there is awareness of a conscious choice;
paradoxically,
by then, there is no more choice again.

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For such a long time now
I could not reconcile
How it is so
That when we are alone
There is much admiration
Yet in the midst of company and work
Resentment could creep in.

And I cannot deny
There had been moments of unconsciousness
Where there is blame and irritation
Either kept in or blurted out
Making you wrong, dumb
And at times unreasonable
To support the sense of righteousness
Drawing me further away from you
Albeit secretly still in awe with you.

Yet deep down I knew
The button is here and not there
I just could not see it
It was just too deep seated
Hovered by too many storylines
Of the past, the present and the future
Of what has been, what is, and what will be.

Today, I realised
FINALLY!
Indeed a revelation
How I kept failing you thus myself
Lifetime after lifetime
Though walking in reverence
Yet burying deep resentment
Holding on yet keeping it silent
Each time burning me momentarily
When you did not live up to what I believed you to be.

Yet you stood still as my silent teacher
Unwavering
Either through extending a loving voice
Or backing off with your illness
Bringing either smiles and warmness to my heart
Or arrows to my defiled heart
Allowing me to taste my own greatness
Yet at the same time
Not fully able to appreciate you.

Oh Teacher,
Having meet you again
Though not recognising you at first
Not wanting to recognise you after
Forgive me, this ignorant fool
How I had been so blind
Making you an enemy
When indeed, you are truly just my friend.

As the weary heart cries out in deep sorrow and regret
While being escorted by gratitude and love
Fully acknowledging your presence now
In my journey once more.

Oh Beloved Teacher
How I am grateful you are still standing today
And breathing in life through that seemingly frail body of yours
For somehow it has given me the opportunity
To meet you once again in grace, anew
To finally come to peace with the uncalled expectations
The irreconcilable before
Now fitting into pieces
Leaving you your reinstated innocence
From the magnificent yet quiet role you play
In my voyage home to be.

And now it is my own woes I work with
In forgiving and loving
Having yet to make peace with myself
Another layer unravelling
Playing out in my field
For holding on to you for so long as my scapegoat
For the ignorance I could not see in myself then.

At least now, you are finally free.

*Dedicated to and deep gratitude to my first female teacher in the Dharma this lifetime*

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The Blessed Lunatic

This feeling,
where does it come from?

Perception tells me
it is something else,
defining some possible grievance
not yet fully healed.

Yet if that is so,
why the smile so joyous?

And this feeling;
as if bursting with some vibration,
some trembling sensation,
ready to explode in elation!

Or perhaps,
what was before
all the while mistaken;
and now,
clear from confusion,
since there is no reason;
unreasonably.

There is no music.
There is no movement.
There is no conversation.
There is no contact.

Yet somehow,
mystically,
this feeling appears,
as if from beyond;
absurdly,
deliriously,
nonsensically,
hmm…

Warranting only –
some silly smile,
some ecstatic laughter,
some warmth in the heart,
some sort of embrace;

singing and being sung to,
dancing and being danced to;
like some lightheaded fool,
insanely in Love,
insanely in Love,
insanely in Love;
celebrating, being celebrated,
all occurring in One.

Loving, being loved;
the spread of flaps,
mindlessly oscillating,
returning to the middle;

and thereafter,
rested in sleep,
totally enthralled,
with a serene smile on the face,
not knowing where after,
not even mattering…
Just.

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This Grudge

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performed by Alanis Morissette

Fourteen years
Thirty minutes
Fifteen seconds I’ve
Held this grudge

Eleven songs
Four full journals
Thoughts of punishment
I’ve expended

Not in contact
Not a letter
Such communication
Telepathic
You’ve been vilified
Used as fodder
You deserve a piece
Of every record

But who’s it hurting now?
Who’s the one that’s stuck?
Who’s it torturing now
With an antique knot in her stomach?

I want to be big and let go
Of this grudge that’s grown old
All this time I’ve not known
How to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
Clean of slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us

Like an abandoned house
Dusty covered
Furniture
Still intact
If I visit it now
Will I simply re-live it
Somehow gratuitous

But who’s still aching now?
Who’s tired of her own voice?
Who is it weighing down
With no gift from time of said healing

I want to be big and let go
Of this grudge that’s grown old
All this time I’ve not known
How to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
Clean of slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us

Maybe as I cut the cord
Veils will lift from my eyes
Maybe as I lay this to rest
Dead weight off my shoulders will rise

Here I sit
Much determined
Ever ill-equipped
To draw this curtain
How this has entertained
Validated
And has served me well
Ever the victim

But who’s done whining now?
Who’s ready to put down
This load I’ve carried longer than I had cared to remember

I want to be big and let go
Of this grudge that’s grown old
For the life of me I’ve not known
How to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
Clean of slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us.

~.~

Thank you for sharing this beautiful song, Lynn

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only one me

They tell me, “I can never find another one like you.”

I tell them, “of course, because there is only one me in the world.”

🙂

~ GG ~

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