Monica Dayakar ~ "Payload..."... Driver... Cargo et al.

art Josephine Wall

 

 

 Standing in the balcony...
Looking at the cool waters of the lake below...
Clouds floating in the sky...
Monsoon showers...
Pitter patter of raindrops

A couple of pelicans sail past elegantly...
Leisurely gliding past in the lake below...
Right under my nose

They look kinda very swan like!!

I find myself floating gently along with them

On a laid back Saturday afternoon

Am pretty flitty floaty myself these days
Lol

Just breezing around
Moseying along...
On cruise mode...

Soaked in stunningness

Immersed
Submerged

So beautiful this named place of separate thingyness!!

Never thought I'd ever find myself saying that!!

And yet here we are 😍

You and me
And love

I see my little grand children, spin such beautiful yarns, out of nothing...

And so convincingly, too...

In their minds, the difference, just doesn't exist...

Real... unreal... simply learned words...

And then somewhere along the road...
I can't put my finger on when it happens...
But the world of these separate things
Started to weigh heavy...

The payload literally broke my back...
Or so I thought

I just looked up "payload"
After penning the line above...
The word just popped up in my head!

I come from a family of pilots
Hahaha
That's probably where the word might have woven itself into the lexicon here 😀

"A payload is stated on the door sticker and includes everything your vehicle left the factory with... and a full tank of fuel...

Anything beyond that... including the driver and accessories must be deducted from payload...

'Occupants and cargo' ... as stated on the sticker includes the driver so the weight of the driver must be deducted from the payload"

Oh jeez
Oh jeez...
"Anything beyond that... including the driver..." !!!

My quest for "The Truth", had revealed my split mind...

It's the very nature of the mind...

This and that...

Truth, untruth, good, bad, right, wrong, black, white, birth, death...

You... me...
I, the other...

When seen through, the bottom falls out...
It collapses on itself...
Like the overlay of two circles...

Cancelling each other out...

Excruciating this separation
Of separate things
When believed in...

It collapses under its own weight
When seen through

Empty of even emptiness

And then the fullness comes rushing back in

So beautiful this named place of separate thingyness!!
Never thought I'd ever find myself saying that!!
And here we are 😍

And here I am
Payload... driver... cargo...et al.

In love with the world all over again

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Rumi ~ The loss of now

 

 

What veils us from God is time.
Burn up the past and future,
for there is no greater obstacle
than the loss of Now. 

 

 

Kim McCluskey ~ Thoughts walking down country road.....

 

Thoughts walking down country road.....
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There has never been anything to hold on to, it's more life free fall without movement.
This experiencing has no landing points, nowhere to hang a label, free of all concepts.
It simultaneously dances in all directions, yet there is no dancer to be found.
Words easily slide off it, it evades all description, and still the urge to paint its beauty never wavers.
A palette, thousands of vibrant colors will never be enough to capture this nothingness.
There is no it, and it is everything.
Gently, peace reaches for the brush.
Feelings of gratitude arise to all the painters of mystery and their amazing self portraits.

 

 

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