Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Ten Thousand Fireflies

Ten Thousand Fireflies

In a backyard in Pennsylvania
on a cool July clear evening,
I see ten thousand fireflies

rising from a well-kept lawn
like so many atoms taking leave
in sparks of transformation,

like the dissolution of the self,
like evaporation of a dream,
like the embers of a barbeque

I stoked on other summer nights
in another state, another time,
another world, another rhyme.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

After Twitter

One thing that I learned is the tendency of some in the nondual world who have accessed some understanding of truth of the absolute without much of a clue of the relative. In other words, it is their understanding (I almost wish to say belief) that the witnessing of the Self and the resting in the Self alone is enough to rid themselves of their previous delusion and illusion. And for those moments that they do I’m sure it is. But because of the path they have “chosen,” they have little understanding of the workings of illusion. For example, they bask in their emotions as something that just happens. True, but it basically comes down to this: emotions rise from thoughts of separation being thoughts of separation. In doing so, such thoughts of separation are free to multiply at will while they luxuriate in their belief of being enlightened. And thus, they’re an easy target for Maya. But of course everything is as it is. (please add scare quotes around any word that may appear too relative for your absolute)
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers