There is no one here.
Now, now, now
It is seen...there is simply THIS.

There is no possibility
of something separate from THIS.

A thought appears?
A feeling?
A sensation, a color, a smell, a "me,"
a "you," a rock, concept, emotion, lake,
bug, ocean, wind -

whatever whatever whatever whatever appears ....


Nowhere to turn
No way to separate

Onlythis onlythis onlythis onlythis onlythis...

No way to escape
Nowhere to hide
Totally here
Nothing else






Laura Hegfield said...

yes...only this...only now.

lovely poem and a truth that would be impossible to dispute...glad I stopped by.


Svante Odmark said...


Mary said...

Hi Laura,
I'm glad you stopped by, too! Thank you for commenting.


RB said...

You say there is only TRUTH and 'THIS' is it? Presence of awareness/being/empty-ness/nothing...THIS is it? Ideas, objects arise in the ether of awareness: 'THIS' space is matter and matter is space. And this is what 'you' are? Ask what is "I"? Answer: no thing. Yes, Charlie Hayes, there is no way out. THIS is all.

Mary said...

Hi RB,
Thank you for sharing that, and for visiting!


Julian said...

What bliss to recognise that we are all just this. We can be no more this than we already are, but the recognition that this is what we are is sweet.Much happier than when we feel the need to be this and that and the other to satisfy the wishes of apparent others. God, how we drag out the stories and appearances - how tiring it is.

RB said...

Can we say the waves of the ocean are separate from the ocean? Can we say that feelings, thoughts, concepts, objects, etc. are separate from ONE-ness? The play is the thing, signifying nothing, but beautiful and lovely. AWARE-ness registers the play tenderly, innocent, immaculate, loving all. No stress, no mess! As the waves are one with the ocean,life cannot be separate from life. It is all one. I watch my hands typing this and LOVE is there moving the fingers; the eyes working through nerve endings into the brain and there is LOVE. I listen to my dog chewing on his toy and there is LOVE. "We" watch the play enjoying every eternal moment without stress, anxiety, or vested interest in heroes or villains. It is LOVE watching itself. It's an appearance of something, and it is all nothing. WOW, what a play!

Mary said...

Dear Julian and RB,
Loving what you both are writing...thank you for reading and sharing!

Love to you,

Julian said...

This is true what you say in this post, but I would still rather meet you on a dark night with your soft, kind, petal opening words, than I would like to meet a heavy signpost saying the word ADVAITA.Travelling the comment columns of some other sites I have realised this is not the kind of shock treatment with its ensuing head ache that I need . I return to you for soothing. Such a baby that I am.


No One In Particular said...

Hi Mary, read above and note the energy pulls; need for mothering, nurturing provided. Meaningless and lovely.

Time for a new post yet?

Mary said...

Hi Julian,
Thank you for the kind words..."soothing" seems to happen, and it's all perfect ;-))


Mary said...

Hi Suzanne,
Thanks for visiting! As you know, new posts happen when they happen...I ask the same question, no answer ;-))

Glad you asked.


Julian said...

Just my way of saying keep the writing coming...and probably a lotmore besides(?). Meaningless and yet with all kind of hidden meanings arising.How should I know?

But truly, the ego battles in Advaita, which I am newly introduced to, surprise me.


Anonymous said...

Your words ring out true and clear, thank you, I was sent here by Julian and now I am here, the reading is such a pleasure.

Following Takuin's beautiful example, I have created a meme called 'The End, The Beginning: A Silent Post'.

I have tagged you because, I know this is slightly off-topic, but I would love to see 'your' thoughts about the End and the Beginning without using words.

Please follow this link to find the full instructions: http://blogwithoutaname.com/a-silent-post

Lune x

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”
- T.S. Eliot