No Exceptions

The fearful truth is there is nothing separating you from this abyss.  We refer to authority because in authority we can find conditions to smother our unconditionality.  We are attracted to stories of inadequacy for the safe havens they provide, but in fact there is not one condition or prerequisite, no matter how subtle or minor, you can rightly apply to yourself.  There is not one truth out there that can support your story of progress.  The horrible truth is, you have only ever been complete.  You and conditions don’t mix.  You stand toe to toe with Vastness.



Wherever I turn to look, I am displaced, pushed out by what I see.

At where the curtains form shadows on the floor, dark folds of fabric.

Through the windows, over the road, to where a silver door knocker glints grey daylight.

The electric blue of the flickering wireless router, too blue to actually be blue.

Repeatedly “now” is revealed to be yet another veil and “this moment” to be a fantasy.


Lighter than Life

My most cherished, reliable words are without foundation.  Words that I have trusted for as long as I can remember, held on to during all those dark days, pointing the way back to a  place I couldn’t return to in person.  To think, I would ever want to let them go.

But, of course, it was all just a bad dream….a dream of being lost and a dream of needing to find a way back….dream in a dream in a dream.

Here, though, nothing is necessary.  Not a single word is necessary for things to keep happening.  Even the word “life” is not necessary.  Life, all this time, was just an idea…..can you believe it?  It’s amazing….I can’t get my head around it, honestly.

“No such thing as life”……never ever thought I’d say that.