Wednesday, March 03, 2021

You Only Think You Know

 

It's All In How You See It, Portsmouth, NH, July 2018, Nikon D600 with FX 28-300mm VR lens,
122mm, 1/30 sec @ f5.6, ISO 500, -1.33 EV, no flash © Steven Crisp 


You Only Think You Know


Think of all of our human concepts, 

Helpful to us in our work-a-day world, 

But perhaps taking us farther away

From the wholeness of Life and Reality.


Time is one example, where in fact

There is only continuous change

Moment by inter-dependent moment

Nothing everlasting, always flowing


Matter is another, seen first as fundamental, 

Even axiomatic — the building blocks of Life

But it too fails the permanence test

Not to mention, the divisibility test


We can't even explain if an atom

Is a particle or a wave or something else 

This reductionism is fundamentally flawed 

Life and Reality contain the Whole


Does sufficiently advanced "matter"

(aka our brains) produce consciousness?

Or 'tis it the other way 'round

Are we but ripples of consciousness?


Really, we know nothing and our castles are built on sand

Some spend their days like they spend their money

Both banked upon the felt belief that

"Tomorrow" or $$$ are the real currency


For now, what can we do, but keep chipping away 

At the hard shell of our self-serving ego; 

Creating some cracks to let the light in and the love out

Opening, more and more, to simply revel in the mystery

 


Sunday, February 28, 2021

This is It ... Just This


This is ... Just a Bird Bath, Kailua, HI, February 2021, iPhone 11 Pro © Steven Crisp


 This Is It … Just This


This is it ...

What else could it be?

What else could there be?


Everything that’s ever happened 

Has brought us to just this moment

This instant in the unfolding


This timeless, spaceless, 

Wholly impersonal moment

Sorry, it’s nothing personal 😎


No you or me, separate from it

You know that to be fundamentally true

And yet we have such confusion


We think this is our unique, individual experience

Reading these words

Trying, perhaps in vain, to make sense of it


But that’s just an illusion, for us, for everyone

Who sees, anything more than

... Just This