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Mike Mclellan Poem
This change is the only thing that I had no control over
What I discover now is that I never had nor ever will have any control over it
That the stillness was always there
That there was nothing to achieve
That it was always way beyond me
And totally was me, every atom
No, it was never something outside of myself, but was something that I had to be still enough to see was always there
As I am aware of doing now, curious about what is going on
Curious about who I am, who I really am
About all these layers and levels that form a human life that I am privileged to be able to view and feel and experience from the inside
As we are all able to do, equally
Each of us given this gift
Consciousness happening now
Without effort or specialness
Without conditions, no ‘buts’
No one has more consciousness, nor less
It’s just a case of knowing that that is the bottom line, nothing else
Of trying everything else, of going round the houses
Of climbing into the misty mountains and returning to the market place
Of doing everything special and coming back to the normal
Knowing that we are who we are
Which is what we sought and what we saw in those glimpses that they say are difficult to sustain
That created more division than we’d ever known before
Thinking that we now had a higher and lower nature
An ego and an authentic self, battling it out endlessly
More divided than ever and further from the real
Though even in that we never moved away
Just that it distracted us
Delaying knowing and feeling that it’s simply this, simply this
Which is everything
Including the battle between the ego and the authentic self and all other internal warfare
Knowing that it is not who we are
Noble and interesting though it may sound
A worthy life project, do we dare to abandon it?
That would surely be nihilism or defeatism?
That would be worse than all the struggles and battles
Like giving up
Like dying
We are the event horizon in which everything is happening
Are we going to quibble about what arrives on that horizon?
Accepting this and throwing away that?
Nit picking for the authentic bits and chucking out the ego bits?
Making the best of a bad job
An endless wheel
Distraction from the real
Come down from the mountain, there is nothing missing here
The real awaits us, for when we are ready
Copyright © Mike Mclellan | Year Posted 2016
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Mike Mclellan Poem
It is amazing how the mind and emotions can take us on a journey
In a few moving deeply into some doubt
Or insecurity, vulnerability
Or overwhelmed, weak, inner crumbling
Feel it fully
Why not?
This is reality
And then, when the feelings are still strong
This sense of nothing moving
Nothing has moved
Nothing changed
All as it was
Everything returning to balance
There’s nothing wrong with these thoughts and feelings
It just means we’re human!
But the difference is, not lingering
Not staying there, or not choosing to stay there
Even if those difficult feelings remain
It’s accepting, but also more than that
Maybe it’s trust?
A trust that isn’t shaken
Despite what is passing through us
It’s the same with feelings of elation
It passes through
And we return to balance
Nothing moved
Nothing changed
The rootedness is deeper than this
Is unmoved
Fully experiencing it all
But also….just watching
Knowing there is a deeper truth
A more grounded place
From where it is possible to feel the fullness of human life
Yet also……just watching
There is a lightness
And at the same time a deep connectedness
Our spirit is light
Our body is connected
The beauty is in the balance of the two
Each of us is this
The seen and the unseen
The movement, the involvement
And that which watches
One is not real and the other unreal
Both are real
But only when they come together is there the understanding of that
It’s not that one is active and the other passive
They belong together, when we are active and also when we are passive
And everywhere in between
We are both spirit and material
And they were never separate
Copyright © Mike Mclellan | Year Posted 2016
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