End of the Rope

Dear All,

It’s been a while now since I've posted here and although I've continued to write and explore my expression of ‘Awakening’ I feel that the relevance of this particular blog has come to an end – for now at least.

Please continue to explore www.beingordinary.org where Tom Buckley-Houston and I podcast on the extra-ordinary nature of the ordinary.

I hope to present a new website soon which will include recent essays, short films and podcasts about Awakening to Oneness.

I look forward to seeing you there.

In the mean time if anyone resonates with the poetry or essays here then please don't hesitate to contact me. Email me at aaronkewley@hotmail.com and we can exchange emails or organise a meeting on skype. I'm available to anyone who wishes to sincerely explore their own inherent freedom.

With Love,

Mike.

Water

Waves like sheers blades.

Water can cut you

To Shreds.

Safe in unknowing

Only when understanding becomes non-understanding can there be true understanding.

Freedom begins when 'your story' ends.

The End

IN THE BEGINNING

WAS THE END

OF THE STORY... ... .. .

Waking Up from Waking Up

Enlightenment

Was just a dream,

-Now,

There is only

This.

This Horse

This Horse is unpredictable.

It gallops then trots,

This way, then that.

My trusted map turns out to be

Childish scrawl yet we climb through

beautiful valleys, lush with pines.

Abandoning thoughts of past & future

Illumined by the bright Moon,

I hum to myself,

- Squeeze its mane.

The Game

Let's play a game:

First pretend to split yourself into a billion pieces,

Then spend the rest of your life trying to put yourself back together again.

No matter what happens,

You won't move an inch.

Each moment

- a bubble of pure emptiness.

POP!

NOTHING. EVER. HAPPENED.

Day Job

To constantly reject everything but your own obvious freedom is the passion of the true nobody. What could be more compassionate and more loving than to burn all of the excuses you cling to and rob you of every limitation you hold dear?

Pathless

Really, there is no journey towards Enlightenment.

There is only the dissolution of the idea that you were ever a separate individual.

I Am

What I am

Cannot be found

- Yet I am -

And this am-ness,

Is All

Under-Stand

Standing no-where

As no-one

There is nothing to get

And no-where to go.

Who dares to boast Enlightenment?

Who would cleave the universe in two?

Ever-is

So, here we are. This is it, happening exactly as it happens. Nothing to be added to it and nothing that can be taken away. This happening is undeniable and obvious. It is so normal that is doesn’t require words to spell it out. Life speaks for itself.

This moment is total and all-inclusive; everything in the moment is the moment. Even the word moment gets in the way here – there simply IS: IS-ness happening.

Because this ever flowering IS-ness includes all that happens, there is nothing which can stand apart from it. What IS always IS, and in totality there can be no conflict. Even the idea that you are in conflict is simply what is happening. It IS.

So give up the life-sapping effort of trying to maintain the illusion that you are separate and relax into your simple IS-ness. Rest in totality.

How could you do anything else?