Birds Fly Boldly

By Adam J. Pearson

many things appear to happen;
although nothing ever has.
the present only seems to fracture
into future and a past.

although concepts seem to split us
into both a “me” and “you,”
this reality is seamless
neither singular, nor two.

thinking we are caught in bondage,
we try hard to become free,
but true freedom lies beyond
all the becoming we can see.

and this freedom isn’t something
that we gain only to lose;
it’s the core of what we are
in every moment, fresh and new.

there’s no liberty in selfing,
it is from the self we’re free,
and nothing is easier
since there was never one to be.

when we know what is beyond
all of the changes, loss and gains,
then we see there are no mountains,
before they’re mountains again.

every form here that arises
is a dance in emptiness;
what we are cannot be named;
it’s beyond form and formlessness.

everything flows through our fingers,
though we try to make it stay;
impermanence marks all the objects
that appear inside the play.

birds fly boldly through the sky
and yet they leave no tracks behind;
so it is with all the images that
flutter through the mind.

no thought, sight, word, or emotion
can ever grasp what we are.
there’s no path back to our nature;
what we are is never far.

limitlessness can’t be bounded;
boundlessness has no limits.
change unfolds within the changeless;
becoming is emptiness.

although much appears to happen;
in truth, nothing ever has.
the present only seems to shatter
into future and a past.

true beyondness is our nature,
and there’s nothing else to be;
only a play of emptiness
projected on a screen.

yet, the images are empty;
and the light through which we view,
and the darkness that’s beyond them
and the screen itself is too.

yes, the images are empty;
and the light through which we view,
and the darkness that’s beyond them
and the screen itself is too.


 

Part of a series on Nonduality:

Emptiness and Radical Negation: Shifts in and Beyond the Story of “Me”

The Welcomeness Of Now

Beyond “I Am”

Remember To Be Unhappy!: The Unnecessary Root of Human Misery

The Remembered “Me”: Why Presence Implies “Your” Absence

The Vibrancy of Life and the Deadness of the “Story of Me”

The Futility of Sandcastling

Emptiness in Emptiness

The Difference Between Seeing A Thought or Emotion and Looking From It

Thoughts That Never Were

Beyond Becoming


 

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