No One Here Today
Posted on Jun 1st, 2008
by 
Michael
Michael
No one here today
or for that matter has ever been or will be
I have watched the stories of life pass through this screen
I call a me
But when I look for this me... I cant find it
I have been all the stories and motion that moves the story
like a river traveling in the ocean
As I type these words on this PC, there is no one in control of my next thought,
next word I type or how long I will sit and type here
I feel emptiness all around and within, its a good feeling, its freedom
in this emptiness appearance will take place as form
but the form is emptiness... like a cloud... from a distance it looks like something.....
but go into it and its space
So... this no one here today... will follow.. an exciting adventure....experiencing a few stories today that appear as .... a baseball game or two....sunshine in the sky...music on the stereo...tasty food.... emotions of seeing old friends.... but no one in control...no one seizing the moments... for they are... all stories. These stories appear on the screen and the screen is you and me.... ha ha... which I just said is not here. So the screen is the story too!!
what will happen through you today????
and when it does...... welcome it
let me know what you welcomed today
Quietness pretending to be... Mike
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emptiness
August 2008 
no words…….just a smile
“I” welcomed a hike in the woods looking for any remaining morel mushrooms. No mushrooms were found; however, in the next frame of awareness the birds were singing and a beaver dam overlooked the swamp. The dream-image of faeries and forget-me-nots then came through, and then it was a somewhat soaked shoe, and then jack-in-the-pulpits. There were little ticks crawling on the jeans, and a hand reached down to pick them off. Later that same hand turned the key in the car ignition and drove to a place it calls “home”. But whose home is it really? Loved your poem, Mike!
cool … and as you walked in the woods I bet every tree appeared before you …. and dissolved behind you greeting yourself as you. And who moved your legs one step at a time and your breath? and… each bird singing was a song greeting to yourself in a purposeful perfect language to allow you a pleasant experience but full enought to fill the quietness that may disturb the mind. …. and yes who's home is it…there is no one living there.. just a story.
thanks kathy
thanks paul… who is smiling, where does that come from ?:)
“It now is me.
I now, am not it…”
I am / we are
at once
audience-projector-story-author-creator-dreamer.
Wonder is the story.
:)
so right !! Katie…and the story never ends or begins :) look at life as story or dream and the playing field evens out as all become the same projections of light on the screen, no birth, no veil, no death, just dream and or story continually moving…all parts are us.
there is neither a story nor a screen, no dream, no reality, no atman and no nonatman, no one, no all, no nothingness, no sameness, no difference, and no negation itself.
Words are like the dust upon the road…
As I shake them off, I look and see no road no dust, no seeing and no one who sees.
Great laughter ! :-)
and where does the laughter come from…. who is it i hear laughing….wonderful:)