Maybe Singing or Dancing

*
It's enough.
And still, there's always more.
Never too little.
And never too much.
Though few see it as such.
Most see not enough on one hand,
and too much on the other.
But really, there is a balance.
It's different in every moment anew.
It does not stay the same.
It flows - the flow.
It sounds - the sound.
It shines - the light.
It loves - the love.
**
Most hesitate before turning a corner.
Try to look ahead and see what's there.
Then take the plunge and see for real.
Or pull back and wonder what it could have been.
Obviously it's preferable to step ahead
and find out, explore, experience.
Thus, one can know for real.
And then, remain silent.
For there's nothing to debate.
It is what it is.
Someone who has not yet experienced it
can speculate and wonder what it could be.
But once experienced, there is no point
in further speculation;
nor does it bring much
for who still holds back 
from turning the corner,
except for encouragement
to step ahead and not retreat,
to explore further and find out
for oneself and all.
***
Not saying much,
but being,
smiling,
maybe singing or dancing.
****

The Whole — Not the Hole

Sometimes, sooner or later, a hole needs to be dealt with, plugged, or otherwise tended — if one aims to realize the whole, that is. A hole may be ignored. Chances are, it will become bigger then, and one could fall into. A big one may require help to get out, if stumbled into. There is help at hand — as much as needed, not more, nor less. Life and love are measured exactly, as seen by soul from beyond duality.

There is no good nor bad. That enables one to better sort out the good from the bad, the bad from the good. At the same time one may realize that the bad is in the good, and the good is in the bad, as long as it or one is in duality. Therefore it is a worthwhile goal to reach beyond duality, especially while living in it.

the whole - not the hole
Chnübeli — January 2019

Everything Was One

It was a useful paradox to slow down the pace to get more done, to be able to catch up as possible. Tending one thing though meant not tending another — all others. Thus there seemed always something else that accumulated while tending one thing — unless one thing became everything, and everything was one.

tree - everything was one