Monday, August 17, 2009

There is No Spoon

There is No Spoon*


There is no Spoon.

Looking to bend perceived reality
Light and darkness ebbs and flows.
Knowing, unknowing.
Shadows revealed and light concealed.

What hides in the shadows of self?
What will light reveal?
Is darkness the womb of potential un-manifest?

What do I fear from the mirror?
Do I bend or am I bent?

As I sit and observe the morphing and meandering
The still point, dynamic stillness reveals
There is no spoon.

The question that haunts me is…
How do I eat the ice cream…?
Perhaps there is no ice cream.
Just my luck.

So what’s the point?
No spoon. No ice cream…
They told me there would be ice cream!!!

It can’t beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
(It never is.)

What’s the point?

The point is the point.
The key is the key.
The me is you and the you me.

Reflections and refractions
from the myriad faceted jewel in the lotus.
Glinting and gleaming
Light streaming.
Darkness revealing the hidden gems
as light pours upon the mountains in dawn's radiance.

The water from the deep well
Springing forth in the oasis between time and space.

Juxtaposition-al concurrent consciousness
Caressing, kissing the wounds of living and dying.
Breaking the alabaster jar so the fragrant balm can be wasted soothing the master’s feet.

Love dogs howling longing for the return of the master.**
Come, come whoever you are,
Wanderers, worshippers lovers of leaving…**

I come as I am for there is no spoon.
Darkness – light, good – evil. Death – Birth – Rebirth.

Perhaps what we see is not what we see at all?
The seeing is in being, not the seeking or the sought.

Minding.

What do I fear in the mirror?
What do I want to see?
What do I expect to see?
What is me?

Am I the monster, the tyrant the tormentor?
Am I the darkness, the evil, obscurer and bringer of death?
Am I the demon, the devil, the enemy?
Am I the light, the truth, peace, love, harmony and beauty?
I am?

I AM!

There is no spoon.

Shadows longing for luminance.
Lies and truths revealed.
Shame and shadow?
Light and love?
Longing and leaving?
Dying and grieving?
No spoon.

Until I invite my demons to dinner,
I can’t begin the feast.
The angels are already there,
and there is no spoon.


"Spoon boy: Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Spoon boy: There is no spoon.
Neo: There is no spoon?
Spoon boy: Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself."*





*from The Matrix http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/quotes
** Rumi

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