Re: Ready to dive in...
Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 5:05 am
Hi ix, answer the last post first, then read this. i thought it might hit the spot for 'you';
Penned by Peter Marjason
Searching is it
I’m trying to get hold of
Something to boost my search
This month
But the seeking has eased
Not replaced by bliss
But by missing the search
And fear that the trivial
Was worthy all along
I didn’t ask for that
The lack of insight
Or promise
Leaves an emptiness
Vulnerable to the world
And it’s distractions
Waiting it out
Invites despair
I’d rather have a stab at something
Even something prompted
By this predicament
The problem is
If this is it
If truth exists at all
If consciousness is all there is
Then there’s nothing
More true or more here
Than this mess
I want to have the truth
To think about
But even that want with its thoughts
Is truth unfolding
Before I can get it
Truth slips away into
Disappointment
Which is it's
Other disguise
It’s here
It never leaves me
Yet I can’t have it
Whatever I think it is
It isn’t
Yet neti neti
Eventually obliterates itself
Not this not this
Culminates in
Not not this
In other words it’s
Never not this
It is this
Not some other idea
About this
I never have to go elsewhere
I don’t need to go looking
Or seeking
I never have to mistrust what is
And ask
What is it?
Because it’s always
This
Even when I’m doubly frustrated
And searching for the search
That searching is it
Like now
Being unsatisfied
That’s it!
Doubting
That’s it!
It’s not that I have
Wasted my life searching
It’s that I am
Wasting my life searching
And yes that’s totally it
Too
That's living
Now
Wasting my life
That's it!
Not a problem
It’s here
Alive and well
In all it's forms
Thank you
Thank you!
Penned by Peter Marjason
Searching is it
I’m trying to get hold of
Something to boost my search
This month
But the seeking has eased
Not replaced by bliss
But by missing the search
And fear that the trivial
Was worthy all along
I didn’t ask for that
The lack of insight
Or promise
Leaves an emptiness
Vulnerable to the world
And it’s distractions
Waiting it out
Invites despair
I’d rather have a stab at something
Even something prompted
By this predicament
The problem is
If this is it
If truth exists at all
If consciousness is all there is
Then there’s nothing
More true or more here
Than this mess
I want to have the truth
To think about
But even that want with its thoughts
Is truth unfolding
Before I can get it
Truth slips away into
Disappointment
Which is it's
Other disguise
It’s here
It never leaves me
Yet I can’t have it
Whatever I think it is
It isn’t
Yet neti neti
Eventually obliterates itself
Not this not this
Culminates in
Not not this
In other words it’s
Never not this
It is this
Not some other idea
About this
I never have to go elsewhere
I don’t need to go looking
Or seeking
I never have to mistrust what is
And ask
What is it?
Because it’s always
This
Even when I’m doubly frustrated
And searching for the search
That searching is it
Like now
Being unsatisfied
That’s it!
Doubting
That’s it!
It’s not that I have
Wasted my life searching
It’s that I am
Wasting my life searching
And yes that’s totally it
Too
That's living
Now
Wasting my life
That's it!
Not a problem
It’s here
Alive and well
In all it's forms
Thank you
Thank you!