It is clear

It is clear
How it all is
After looking
And listening
Sing and play
Then in silence
Some distance
Let go what was
Embrace what is
All free and real
Right here now
Alone together
Going very far
As is possible
And fare well
In living a life
Reach beyond
And get flushed
As illusions melt
Essences remain
Cliffs in a wild surf
Pounding waters
Splash thunder
Moisture heals
All battle wounds
In a heart of peace
And detachment
Love carries all
Home as soul.

“Farewell welcome blues” — from one Moon to the next

PentaMin / PentaEol — twofold bass, 8-string guitar, and voice — May 2022 — 6:27 — as loop on a separate tab

It’s clear, the Shariyat essence of spirit

The fool is convinced that nothing greater than himself exists… That which exists as it is beyond all understanding… It is understood only when the student allows it to swallow him and digest him.

In spirit there is the unmistakable tone of sincerity which makes the action which is not studied and contrived. Whosoever thinks and acts with a split mind rings like a cracked bell, one part standing aside to interfere with the other, to control, to condemn, or to admire. The true self, or soul, cannot be split, for it’s like the sword that cuts but cannot cut itself.

— Freely after: The Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad, Books One & Two, Paul Twitchell, pp. 238 and 248

The day’s gone. Night will lead to another. Colors beam.

It is clear
Unaltered late spring evening colors approaching dusk — May 2022 — Grächwil/Meikirch, Switzerland

One more time

One more time
May be the last
We come to see
Each other now
And embrace
Heart to heart
Soul and spirit
The divine is
Just what it is
With or without
Name and dogma
However for myself
Now I chose without
After promoting with
One right after another
Till spiritual freedom
The very promise
And realization
Go detached
A heart of love
On its own feet
Firm and strong
Garden of God
River that flows
Upward to heaven
So happy here now
All light and sound
And blessings be!

“Gitabats blues” — an ornate blue flight

PentaBluNa — 8-string guitar, tingsha cymbal pair, bass, tanpura — March 2022 — 7:28 — as loop on a separate tab

Water flows — by Karin Gsöllpointner

Water flows
A pebble falls in
Circles flow out
Until they dissolve
In the big of all.

Hand-off one more time to a blood moon

One more time
Blood moon night — May 2022 — photo by Karin Gsöllpointner

It, God

It, God
the divine
and spirit
not he
nor she
but it
here now
and beyond
the truth
of reality
what is
it’s life
and love
the light
and sound
we see
and hear
as beings
in the arms
of it, God
the divine
and spirit.

“It, God” — trinity in common language

Mixolydian — double 8-string guitar, double voice, tingsha cymbals, tanpura — 5:40 — as loop on a separate tab

In search of truth

Truth stands firm in its own strength, no matter what. This is reality.

“No matter how you hope, no matter how you try, you can’t make truth out of a lie.”
The Berenstain Bears and the truth, Stan & Jane Berenstain, p. 1

“If you want something new, try something new. Create what you wish existed.”
“Lose yourself in what you love. Find yourself there too.”
“Worrying uses your imagination to create things you don’t want. And your mind will believe what you feed it. So feed it hope. Feed it love. Feed it truth.”
“Don’t wait for things to be simpler, easier, or better. Life will always be complicated. Learn to be happy now. And know that no matter the time or day, it will always be now.”
Finding Muchness — How to add more life to life, Kobi Yamada

“What are you doing?” asked Tiny Dragon. “I’ve no idea,” said Big Panda, “but it’s great fun.”
“This garden is beautiful,” said Tiny Dragon. Big Panda nodded. “And we only found it because we went the wrong way so many times.”
“What if I meet people who don’t like me or the things I do?” asked Tiny Dragon. “You must walk your own path,” said Big Panda. “Better to lose them than lose yourself.”
“I give up,” said Tiny Dragon. “That’s OK,” said Big Panda. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”
“Are we nearly there yet?” asked Tiny Dragon. Big Panda smiled. “I hope not.”
Big Panda and Tiny Dragon, James Norbury, pp. 63, 75, 84, 130, and 155

It, God
Dreams come true — summit meditation gazebo — the high point of a county — April 2022 — Chanhassen, MN

Tathagata

Tathagata
what, who
some thing
nothing at all
every thing
a person
animal
or plant
some mud
wood or reed
light and sound
finally simply corn
history and prophecy
where cycles close
and hearts mend
long and last
here now!

“Nature’s echo in blue calm” — where a contrast meets

PentaBluNa — 8-string guitar — March 2022 — 2:47 — as loop on a separate tab

Tathagata — something and nothing and everything

Tathāgata is a Pali word used by Gautama Buddha when referring to himself or other Buddhas.

Tathagata “means it is complete in itself, and no words are able to describe what it is. Tatha means ‘thus,’ ‘as,’ ‘it,’ ‘as a thing is,’ ‘as things are.’ Gata is ‘has come,’ so you are experiencing ‘it.’ At the same time this same word, agata, means ‘gone.’ Thus you are able to see the other side of ‘it.’ So, Tathagata means ‘thus come and thus gone,’ at the same time. Again, it’s very hard to capture. You are listening to continuous sound, but each sound you are capturing is what truth is. It is like the rhythm of continually running water.”

“The contents of the enlightenment experience are the same as this ‘Tathagata.’ It rejects your knowing, because it exists in the root of the action of knowing. The one who knows is what it is. The one which is known by it is not necessarily what it is. This ‘Tathagata’ is what your real essence of life is, what truth, itself, is, so that we become very helpless when we try to know it. The knowledge of your existence, what we are, what things are, is a kind of ancient memory of what it is.”

Embracing Mind, Kobun Chino Otogawa, pp. 34-35

The refreshing embrace of springtime snow

Tathagata
Yellow and red tulips embraced by springtime snow — April 2022 — Grächwil, Switzerland

Yes, I am that I am

Yes, I am that I am
What I always wanted
But compromised so
Until left the cocoon
And stepped outside
The confines of home
Out into the wide world
To realities of being now
Not as they wanted to be
But as they are right here
Yes, they are what they are
No matter the point of view
There is that core of real
To be experienced true
Beyond right and wrong
Good or bad, up or down
For it always is that it is
Divine love some call it
Spirit, light and sound
Free flowing through
Claimed all too often
By drives for stature
And therefore limited
Instead of allowed to be
Simply what it is for real
Without interpretation
No coloring nor twists
Just finally at long last
Yes, be! Thus we are.

“Bagisacro blues” — let’s dance!

PentaMin / PentaEol — bass, singing saw, 8-string guitar and crotales — 6:23 — as loop on a separate tab

Rain and time — drops and moments

“There is no substitute for standing in the rain to waken every sense — senses that are muted within four walls, where my attention would be on me instead of all that is more than me. Inside looking out, I could not bear the loneliness of being dry in a wet world.”

“When you have all the time in the world, you can spend it, not on going somewhere, but on being where you are.”

“There is no such thing as random. Everything is steeped in meaning, colored by relationships, one thing with another.”

“Maybe there is no such thing as rain; there are only raindrops, each with its own story.”

“Maybe there is no such thing as time; there are only moments, each with its own story.”

Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer, pp. 295-300

Yes, I am that I am — swan and soul

Yes, I am that I am
The swan who came to greet some receptive souls — March 2022 — Hünibach, Switzerland