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Watching the Phenomena

…watching…
You!!!
How you keep coming back!!!
Ripping apart the beloveds!!!
Typically insidious!!!
Neither one, able to catch you in time!!!
…watching…
…watching…
You!!!
Terrible, terrible!!!
Keep coming in between!!!
Claiming for transcendence!!!
Claiming for unity!!!
Claiming for unconditionality!!!
As if innocence is not in existence!!!
…watching…
…watching…
You!!!
Distancing!!!
What cannot be destroyed!!!
Conjuring stories out of perceptions!!!
Of old tales retold again!!!
Will you ever stop!?!
Insidious you!!!
…watching…
…watching…
The heart aches!!!
As the knees trembles!!!
The body giving way in weakness!!!
Drowning in the sickness of tyranny!!!
Is this what You want?!?
…watching…
…watching…
  What are You?!?
Where are You?!?
What do You want?!?
…watching…
…watching…
*!@#^%(^%$#!#*@#^*!!!
…watching…
…watching…
Opps… You saw me…
 …watching…
…watching…
Yes, I saw you
how you are displaying your pattterns

but I am no longer caught on
unwavering in my space
you can no longer reach me.
 …watching…
…watching…
Aikes, you really, really saw me…
…watching…
…only in vigilant effortless effort…
…watch in Stillness…

…Who is Watching?…

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Blind to the Goddess

One says, “I am dreaming of a future with you”.
Some others say, “he will come back to you”.
Another says, “I will be moving on some day”.
All blind,
B-L-I-N-D
to the inner world of the Goddess.

And so they say
“I love you very much”
and
“I am grateful for you in my life”
thinking
such expressions
whether coming from
wanting the Goddess
leaving the Goddess
appreciating the Goddess
is what the Goddess wants to hear
what the Goddess wants to have.
All blind,
B-L-I-N-D
to the inner realm of the Goddess
one thinking to own the Goddess
one thinking it is possible to leave the Goddess
the other thinking the Goddess wants to own
so, so
B-L-I-N-D.

For no one reaches Her
not even near
to the inner calling of the Goddess
all musk by dust
some thick
some faint
whatever it is
never reaching
never merging
all seeing with eyes
the eyes of the form
of the mind
instead of
the true sight
eyes of the heart
where the Goddess resides.

The Goddess
only yearning for Her Beloved
the Beloved beyond form
not the ones that come in muscles or thin frame
neither the fair nor the dark skinned
neither the ones who speak of tales of romance or materials
but the One
that may come in a form
in touch with the Spirit Within
the Beloved
hence making Her His own
and vice versa
ready as a conduit
for union to be tasted
One with the Beloved.

But all are blind,
B-L-I-N-D
viewing the Goddess
as the woman she is not
or the woman she is
failing to see
what is it that resides beyond.

All blind,
I tell you
B-L-I-N-D
for the Goddess is no longer looking for what that is worldly
but beyond
to reach the Beloved
the One True Beloved.

How weary the heart of the Goddess
trusting to be seen
yet not seen
trusting to be recognised
yet not recognised
where she rests
the inner kingdom
Her call for the Beloved
Her One True Beloved…

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Do You Recognise Me?

I am sad today
from a deep pondering and realisation
of an echo back to me
of what a teacher mentioned a few days ago
resounding how
“I miss Myself”
that
really
no one actually recognises me.

I sit here at the top of the hill
thinking those who have supported my climb up here
would know
would finally rejoice with me
yet I noticed
how they are relating to me
how they are still seeing me
still taking me as
an old facade I previously thought was me
to function in the world
but yet
not really me.

It is true
Finally! There is only One
and whilst recognising the many
as One
sadly
where I am
no longer
able to compromise in play.

Even the closest symbol
of whom I’d thought had recognised me from the start
again and again
continuously showing me
how he longer recognises me
or perhaps
never did
each time
relating to me as a past
and I am sadden
for when the closest does not even recognise me
what hope would I have
of others who would?

A teacher told me
that if anyone recognised Him
there would be nothing left to say
and I understood that
in deep resonance
for that it is true
when recognition takes place
everything, anything and nothing
ceases to exist
meeting Oneself in that silence.

And in any break of silence
only One playing as two
dancing to that deep immortality
as One
in Joy, in Love
in unconditionality.

Do you see me, ‘O Teacher?
Do you see me, ‘O Lover?
Do you see me, ‘O Brother?
Do you see me, ‘O Sister?
Does anyone see me at all, really?
Where are thou eyes?
Fixated on this form
which is where I seemingly dwell
but not really me.

How you tell a story of me
in the midst of all these storylines
and how you cannot see beyond me
that inner realm
where you and I are One
it finally feels lonely, again
not because no one understands
not because there is no companionship
not because there are no longer words spoken, or flesh to be touched
but arising
because
no one recognises me
no one actually sees me
for who I am
beyond this facade
this form
this name
in this density of force
of what I use to function in the world
and that
really
is not me.

*Dedicated to Irah who inspired this piece,
allowing me, at the same time, to be intimately in touch with my current inner state*

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Passion lost
drowned in the mundane
the apparent necessary
the apparent obligations
the calls and the meetings
what more time with the beloved
and time in self-retreat
bounded by insidious duties
limited by the body, time and space
unable to tap into inner sanctuary
whence is a Now probable
where there is no invasion of space.

As if disappeared – life within
the spirit within
dwelling in weariness
as if drained
yet unnoticed
until awaken from slumber
non-forced
and then realised
the inner world
suddenly weakened.

What seemed previously fury
now turning dry from what was before
not that there is complain
but when can a moment come
one moment, at least
to breathe a little
fully
to awaken what is within
in rejuvenation
the passion that was set aside
out of dis-prioritising.

A break unto the sequence
the routine – they call it
as much as each individual occurrence
is unique on its own
yet without the call of its own
falling off appointments
disengaging communications
where there the little opening
to nurture the baby spirit?

Nested in Holiness
moulding each processes
allowing the intervals
of the inner and the outer
balancing in itself
not that time and space is a constraint
but integrity is the key
not that responsibility is amiss
but nurturing within is revitalising.

If not how else to function
liken to a drag of corpse
without life
on the face of a faint smile
worn-out eyes.

What would you rather have
the reside in heaven
in that immense peace, joy, wisdom and love
in some creativity of some sort
of a gift only bestowed on you
or
to move amongst the humdrum
as the dead
flowing with the river of a false death?

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The Mirror as the Same

How can the mirror
show you the opposite
save to reflect exactly
where you are.

You ask me how is it the same
for the object mirror
is showing only the opposite
as in duality
the good and the bad
the right and wrong
the beautiful and the ugly
the haves and the have-nots.

And I tell you it is the same
for the mirror perceived as opposites
is only because the exact is still not seen
perceived by the limited conscious mind coined out by views of separated-ness
oblivious to what is seeded
in the unlimited subconscious mind.

Meditation, constant observation and inquiry
allows you to get closer
to what is not yet met
with love, acceptance and understanding.

And until you see the same
of which the mirror is showing you
once perceived as the opposite
again,
the mirror also showing you
exactly where you are.

The mirror
always meeting you where you are
such a splendid magical dance
the steps of cha-cha, rhumba, tango or waltz
whatever you wish to call it
each unique on its own
only known to the willing.

And until it is met
entirely
in whole
you will find the mirror
no longer a mirror
where the mirror as the other
ceases to be another
but you in the mirror
as you
seeing yourself there.

No longer opposites
but the same
not even a reflection
but simply
dancing, dancing
flamboyantly
to the will of one
that one dance
as One.

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Obedient Wives Club

A few days ago, I saw a friend’s furious comment about the Obedient Wives Club over Facebook. Today, another friend wrote me an email and expressed curiousness about it. My partner also expressed stupidity over the issue. And it is understandable, because if I had not seen the essence of how the Obedient Wives Club was formed, I too would have reacted the same way.

It is not really about the Obedient Wives Club being formed; and, although if women were to subscribe to it rather than fume about it, rest assured that it may work for a short while in that men would be pleased and less may go astray; soon the insidious pattern of men sneaking behind their wives will come back, because the core issue of it within men or women is not being looked at, acknowledged and seen for what it is.

Ask any woman who had experienced where their men had gone astray, you will hear of two things – either they blame the men for being ungrateful b*stards, or take much effort in beautifying themselves or being more active in bed. The former naturally leads to bitterness in a marriage life while the latter, as many women may tell you, works and that is how they keep their men.

Being in the space where I have experienced the same, and not to put anyone wrong here; I too took the latter route and took much effort in equipping skills in bed and grandiose effort in beautifying myself so that I would always look desirable to the husband. We were practically like rabbits when we made up and trust me when I tell you we had a ball of a time filled with passion. But after a while, the sex part sizzled off. Now, was it really that I am no good in bed or not obedient enough, or was there something else that I was not addressing?

It is indeed an ancient pattern in the mind in such storylines where women blame themselves for the apparent ‘failure’ in the marriage especially when it is witnessed on the outside that the men has gone to someone else. Thoughts like not being good enough, not worthy enough to retain their men and it always and usually has something to do with how they look, how they fulfil their duties in the marriage and how they perform in bed are the ones that churns out such an idea of a ‘failure’ but not acknowledged fully hence needing to do something about it; though on the surface some women may retaliate and scream that it was the husbands who were unfaithful. What many fail to see is the very essence or lessons that are moulded in such situations to pay heed to. It is not about how to retain the men or why the men found interest in another or vice versa or even how to ‘improve’ our skills, behaviour or physical appearances. It has very much everything that is in the belief that is deep seeded in the mind which is yet oblivious to those who had not taken the integrity or responsibility to look into it.

The thing is, what do you view the partners as? Animals who are only interested in sex hence using sex as a means to keep the man? Now, I am not denying that sex is an important element of a relationship, but the act of sex itself is an effect of something much deeper beyond the fulfilment of the bodies. It is the connectedness between two people and ultimately with ourselves. And I am too, not defending men or anyone who has seemingly ‘betrayed’ the marriage or their partners as I have come to observe that women too are as capable of doing the same. So, it is not really about the case of gender or who being the victim here but more truly of what is the underlying cause of such manifestations.

To do anything in the level of form to ‘save’ a marriage or relationship is to entirely miss the mark for the essence of the issue here is not about the sex, not about the duties, or even how beautiful any woman or how handsome any man look. I was having a conversation with a loved one and she was sharing with me how her women friends in their menopause are concerned about keeping their sacredness ‘wet’ so that it would still be inviting to their partners so that their partners will not look for some other women outside to satisfy their sexual appetite. It was so strange to me as it sounded as if they were using ‘sex’ as a weapon to keep their men instead of love. Wasn’t love the initial reason why they got together? Or was it sex?

So, to initiate any clubs for women to improve themselves in form is to miss the mark. To participate and learn from such clubs or organisations is to miss the mark. To become furious and fume over it is, sad to say is also missing the mark! We keep questioning how handsome men can fall for not-so-desirable-looking women as in the latest news of a certain celebrity thus making conclusions that their beautiful wives are not good enough or that the men are sex-maniacs; but has anyone, save for the wise ones, ever considered that it could be something beyond the storyline that is propelling here which is repeated over and over again in the world? Could it be possible that there is something beyond that we are all not seeing?

Everything resides in the mind, the ancient pattern of unworthiness and victimhood.  If you could look into the mind and all the meanings that were put onto situations like these, perhaps then can all blaming whether directed towards others and own self be ceased naturally resulting in a genuine and natural intimacy and connectedness within one self and also the partner.

There will be nothing to do, nothing to set up, nothing to obey, nothing to fume about, nothing to fault. Instead, there will be right understanding of the whole mechanics, and wisdom unfolding leading to wholesome action, which naturally needs to a wholesome and fulfilling relationship or marriage.

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Listen, Listen

Listen, Listen
to your heart
what is within

not to me
not to others
not the books
not the scriptures

Listen, Listen
deeply
discerning
what is true
or untrue
in the inner realm

it is not the outside
of what is happening outside
of what others have to say
it is the inside
that gentle and subtle
inner voice
earnestly calling for your attention

yes, it may seem opposing
to others
to held-on beliefs
even
challenging
to yourself

but, at least
Listen, Listen
within
before concluding
any conclusion
which is delusional
made from
listening what is outer.

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Strangely enough
why is it necessary
to be the damsel in distress
in order to be cared for
in the world?

As if
the wise old spirit
can only do all the caring
undeserving of being cared for
strangely enough.

This ancient pattern
untranscended
causing the hollowness in the heart.

The tug of war
between needing to be cared for
and transcending the need to be cared for
the imagined loneliness
void
unbearable.

Seemingly nullified by words of wisdom
yet
only a facade
feelings and experience set aside.

Oh, wise old spirit
turned damsel in distress
unknowingly
suppressing vulnerability
burying the need to be cared for
unable to utter
what is in the heart
sustaining a disguise
of what is known
perceived by others
insensitive to her own.

The dam broken
braving the expression
authentically
enabling perhaps
the space in honesty
where some other can step forth
available for the damsel
to be cared for
finally.

Still
isn’t it the path of liberation
to transcend all needs of others
in self-sufficiency
the rotation
fulfilment within?

Such paradox
in this world of existence
the arousal of
loving, caring, touch
returned with
being loved, being cared for, being touched
such importance
relating another
requiring another
yet is it possible
without another
lest in the path of celibacy?

Oh, wise old spirit
turned damsel in distress
unknowingly
stay, stay, stay
inquire, inquire, inquire
within, within, within
and
stay only true
in willingness, in honesty
for the love of truth
remember, remember, remember!

The wise old spirit
turned damsel in distress
fallen asleep
trapped in the dreaming once more
in anguish, agony
until realised
once again.

Sighs… she is, after all, still human treading on the journey…

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Insist

Some time ago, we all went out for lunch. My little one decided to wear her flip flops. I told her that we were going somewhere nice, inviting her to reconsider if she would like to wear a better-looking pair of shoes. She shook her head, very certain of her decision. My partner turned to her and asked her why and she explained that it was just more comfortable. I can understand that. My partner laughed and said, “ok, if you insist”. Wisely, she replied to my partner, “yes dada, I cannot insist on you, I can only insist on me” which I thought was very profound, coming from a kiddo her age.

What she meant was that it was impossible to insist on a change on other people, and that the only possible person to insist a change or not, was herself. She knew what she wanted, and she kept to it and it would have been impossible for us to change her mind, unless she wanted to. I remember several times when I attempted to playfully manipulate her to choose to see a different TV programme or to buy something else, she would always tell me, “mom, I haven’t changed my mind. When I change my mind, I will let you know.” And I can’t help but marvel at her level of wisdom.

This kind of response can only come from a clear mind, or knowing what it is that she wants. If she was unsure of what she wanted, it would only be because she is confused on whether she should go for what she wants, or go for something that she thinks I want. So far, I have failed miserably in trying to ‘influence’ or ‘convince’ her to do anything my way, save for things that we agree on. I truly admire her ability to say ‘no’ even to her mommi.

It is obvious that if I am trying to manipulate or influence someone, I would be coming from a space when I am scheming to get something that I want from this person; and if this person is unconscious or unaware of his or her choice, at the same time seeking for my approval or love, it is likely that he or she will listen to me, or be ‘influenced’ by me by doing exactly what I insist on him or her to do. The thing is, if this person is very sure and clear of him or herself, it is highly unlikely that these patterns will surface as he or she already knows what she wants. It takes integrity and lots of courage in order to say ‘no’ especially to someone who is dear to us.

People tell me that it is possible to influence or to be influenced by others. In my experience, it is not and of course there are many several conditionings to it. Nothing is ingrained as a clear mind can also be an open mind. A gentle invitation encouraging another to another point of view or some wider options so to speak can also lead to a change of mind although ultimately the decision hence responsibility lies with the one who chooses to change his or her mind or not. I have come to see that mind is inclined to learn when it is specifically moulded towards a certain direction and it tends to pick up what is relevant to its growth towards the same and once it is clear, it is hardly ever possible to attempt to ‘influence’ or ‘convince’ or ‘manipulate’ another. So, I’d say that these words are pretty violent by nature.

Yet, does that mean that we don’t speak at all? Well, that is what communication is all about and aren’t we thankful that we can choose to ‘share’ and ‘convey’ rather than ‘influence’, ‘convince’ or ‘manipulate’ another as the latter comes from the space of attack which may bring about a defence from another, or an even detrimental effect, which is the other person becomes more unclear than he or she potentially already is. It is important to allow others to make decisions for themselves and thus, also take responsibility for it. In this sense, we do not overextend ourselves and allow others to grow steadily in their own space and pace.

I imagined how it would have turned out to be if we had insisted and forced my little one to change into a pair of shoes that she did not want to wear. My guess is it would have been war before lunch, or an unhappy little one obliging to the pleasures of her parents so that her parents could look good. Thank God she has got integrity and a clear head!!

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Me & ‘YOU’

imagine, imagine
I am so consumed by Me
~ Love ~
bursting each moment
by Myself
amusing Myself
with Myself!

I chuckle
I laugh
I squeal in delight
and then suddenly realising
I cannot see Myself,
“shucks, I am the only One!”

I then create a reflecting glass
so that I can see Myself
because
ooooh… I am so in Love!
Whatever I do
it does right back at me!
I touch Myself
I kiss Myself
that reflection, mimicking!
So much vanity!

I chuckle again
I laugh again
I squeal in delight again
and then I murmur
“I love!!”
it echoes back in the same moment!
then again realising
“shucks, I am the only One!”

Then another tiny mad idea crept in
I am oh so powerful and creative
I create another ‘me’
call ‘me’ a ‘YOU’
and will ‘YOU’ to reflect ‘I’
at each moment
of what is wished!

only, only
to make it more fun
I give ‘me’ also ‘YOU’
the same, the equivalent
I love ‘YOU’ that much
I love ‘YOU’ so much
and then create a continuous passage of continuum
so to experience to and forth!

It was so fun
it was so hilarious
I chuckle
I laugh
I squeal in delight
and then suddenly wondering
whether it’d be more fun
if I’d forget!?!

Another tiny mad idea
forget, forget, forget
and then another tiny mad questioning
what if I forget forever?

simple simple
so, so powerful and creative
another ‘me’ to remind ‘me’
another ‘me’ of angels, devas and masters
to help ‘me’ remember Me – all of ‘me’s
which I name as Salvation!!
wonderful, wonderful creation
What a movie to act on!

Thus split, split, split
tiny mad ideas
of creativity turned creation
manifesting in stories
of lovers and beloveds
in mass and in twos
in twos and in one.

Yet
when awaken from the dream…
aikes!! So many of ‘me’s “trapped”!!
What are “you” doing there?
What is “me” doing here?

Gone bonkers, bonkers!!
Every “me” acting so mysteriously
as if they no longer recognise Me…

So I sit back and chill
and watch the movie thoroughly
experiencing the lover and the beloved
in mass, in twos
in Me.

The accretion of encounters
each fed by individuality, creativity and wondrous evolution
I still chuckle
I still laugh
I still squeal in delight
oooh… love, love, love….
delicious, yummy, ecstatic…

All of ‘YOU’
is
ME!

(^.^)

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