Where lies the truth?
So many times it is asked,
yet we are with it all along.
This awareness that sees and feels,
this being present to whatever is happening,
seems as impotent as it is familiar.
What of God or Enlightenment
could be in being aware of
this act, this thought, or this feeling?
Yet if this awareness is intensified,
if the preoccupation with what we are aware of -
a beautiful person or a scrumptious sweet -
is redirected, a transformation begins.
What really is it in an outward
obsession that binds us to it?
What is in our body, mind, and heart,
when we focus on outer gain?
A gathering wave of awareness
penetrates and breaks down
the worlds apparent harshness.
Like rocks worn away
by the vast winds of nature,
our illusion of troubles
will reveal their secret lie.
The radiant light of awareness
sees the dissolution of our troubles,
our thoughts, feelings, body,
and even the subtle vibrations
that permeate our body.
When this happens that truth is revealed.
Consciousness has almost lost all objects.
Our ego the subject is threatened.
All of a sudden
awareness slips from the bind
of the world as we know it:
almost like being sucked
into the infinite vacuum
of a black hole.
Though the candle has blown out
an infinite presence is.
No thought, no feeling,
no body, no self is here.
Panic sets in and
the thread of the self
scrambles to pull itself
out of the abyss.
It is almost like the dew drop
that slips off the lotus leaf
is denied its full emersion
in the infinite oceanic diamond
by the vacuum of fear and ego.
This awareness that some proclaim
to be a manifestation of the physical,
is surely too ordinary to be what all we seek.
We no not that by standing in our own
seemingly insignificant awareness,
we stand next to God.
What else would be
the way to God the all-seeing,
than the outpouring of the seeing
that we possess.
In short we are scared of the divine;
scared because we as we no ourselves
do not exist.
It is alive,
it is infinite,
it is unmoving,
it is eternally now,
it is existence,
it is the ultimate
Truth.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Self Infliction
You who fight,
fight for your own slavery.
Your soul will wear the scar
of the suffering to others.
Their suffering is not as deep
as yours of your own doing.
You do not realise that in hurting others,
you cut yourself more deeply;
nor shall a short life grant you mercy.
And even if your body be worn away by age,
you shall still bear the burden of your mistakes –
if they be great enough.
fight for your own slavery.
Your soul will wear the scar
of the suffering to others.
Their suffering is not as deep
as yours of your own doing.
You do not realise that in hurting others,
you cut yourself more deeply;
nor shall a short life grant you mercy.
And even if your body be worn away by age,
you shall still bear the burden of your mistakes –
if they be great enough.
Tired
Most wars only end after exhaustion.
Cannot this energy be transformed –
even if a trench be dug
only to be filled in?
Cannot this energy be transformed –
even if a trench be dug
only to be filled in?
Hot Action
If you commit an act of aggression,
and it be in the name of God or God-willing,
and if there is anger in your being,
then let it be said that you are a fool.
If by the will of god you are moved to action,
then their be a powerful force with you,
yet such power will not consume your being
in an inferno of rage.
and it be in the name of God or God-willing,
and if there is anger in your being,
then let it be said that you are a fool.
If by the will of god you are moved to action,
then their be a powerful force with you,
yet such power will not consume your being
in an inferno of rage.
Love
It be said know thy self.
Yet for some this solitary path not suit.
It be said thy become known
through the other…the path of love;
for in knowing the other,
one sees further and further
into the beyond that is
thy self.
Yet for some this solitary path not suit.
It be said thy become known
through the other…the path of love;
for in knowing the other,
one sees further and further
into the beyond that is
thy self.
The Fool
How can you conquer your self,
when you are busy conquering somone else?
That which is the highest
you seek through that which is the lowest.
Unfortunate are those who look out
at the world with angry eyes.
Foolish are those who act out this rage.
when you are busy conquering somone else?
That which is the highest
you seek through that which is the lowest.
Unfortunate are those who look out
at the world with angry eyes.
Foolish are those who act out this rage.
The Martyr
How can those who fight
know that which they fight for?
They are blind to their inner fight
that hides their inner beauty.
know that which they fight for?
They are blind to their inner fight
that hides their inner beauty.
Possession
In trying to become big –
controlling the worldly –
we become small.
That which we are
cannot be belittled;
nor can it become grand.
The sanctity of life
is not at the mercy
of the prevailing winds.
The world gives us,
and takes away from us,
nothing.
controlling the worldly –
we become small.
That which we are
cannot be belittled;
nor can it become grand.
The sanctity of life
is not at the mercy
of the prevailing winds.
The world gives us,
and takes away from us,
nothing.
True Self
To know thy ego is
to know the false as false.
Self-ish partitions so apparently real
fade away into folly.
Yet to know the Self
is to know truth as truth.
You will lose nothing;
on the contrary,
such richness awaits;
for you will gain all.
Your true Self, your soul,
is the soul of all,
past, present, and future.
to know the false as false.
Self-ish partitions so apparently real
fade away into folly.
Yet to know the Self
is to know truth as truth.
You will lose nothing;
on the contrary,
such richness awaits;
for you will gain all.
Your true Self, your soul,
is the soul of all,
past, present, and future.
Steps
The mind sees what it wants to see;
yet the mind cannot see.
Do not be bothered by such travails;
for one day the meandering steps
will wonder their way back home.
yet the mind cannot see.
Do not be bothered by such travails;
for one day the meandering steps
will wonder their way back home.
Fly Away
You shall not leave the nest unsupported.
Your wings are my wings…
this sky is your sky.
Take flight thou friend of freedom;
for by day or night,
you shall know the eternal silence
that lie limitless and waiting.
When you take that precious journey
take courage, and, take flight.
Your wings are my wings…
this sky is your sky.
Take flight thou friend of freedom;
for by day or night,
you shall know the eternal silence
that lie limitless and waiting.
When you take that precious journey
take courage, and, take flight.
Truth
Seek and you will find;
find and you will know;
the way will unfold
as wings on high:
such heights.
Dreams are not dreams,
revelation.
find and you will know;
the way will unfold
as wings on high:
such heights.
Dreams are not dreams,
revelation.
Clarity
Those who know much know little;
and those who know nothing know all.
Fill your hearts with the infinite,
and you shall come to know
that which you are,
and that which you are not.
and those who know nothing know all.
Fill your hearts with the infinite,
and you shall come to know
that which you are,
and that which you are not.
Scope
Those in need seek help,
and if help is not forthcoming,
or worse if ill-advice is forthcoming,
the frightening is all but inevitable.
Where then lies individual responsibility?
If the inner battle waged be left alone,
does evil always triumph over good?
In part the growth in power of weapons
makes the anger of one go to many:
war not waged with bows and arrows.
Yet the anger remains so blinding.
Indeed a troubling time: global terror.
and if help is not forthcoming,
or worse if ill-advice is forthcoming,
the frightening is all but inevitable.
Where then lies individual responsibility?
If the inner battle waged be left alone,
does evil always triumph over good?
In part the growth in power of weapons
makes the anger of one go to many:
war not waged with bows and arrows.
Yet the anger remains so blinding.
Indeed a troubling time: global terror.
What is Beauty?
Today three black women
passed my way.
One was short and wide;
one was tall and broad;
one was medium and narrow.
Normally I am wired to believe
only one of these to possess beauty.
However as they passed,
all three had an air of beauty.
The thing is they were
all similarly well dressed.
Normally (or so often) a women
of wide proportion dresses down:
in accordance with her low self-image –
because of being fat. In response,
there is a movement of people
who follow ‘big is beautiful’;
there is a movement of people
who follow ‘the biggest loser’.
What is this opposition
between acceptance and change?
It is that some people
who are naturally not so wide
are wide because food is their comfort
to avoid difficulties,
or to help them through difficulties.
These people will be wide,
have low self-image,
and dress accordingly.
Other people are naturally wide,
have an image, and dress accordingly.
However most people are lost in the confusion!!
The answer is a journey through
passed my way.
One was short and wide;
one was tall and broad;
one was medium and narrow.
Normally I am wired to believe
only one of these to possess beauty.
However as they passed,
all three had an air of beauty.
The thing is they were
all similarly well dressed.
Normally (or so often) a women
of wide proportion dresses down:
in accordance with her low self-image –
because of being fat. In response,
there is a movement of people
who follow ‘big is beautiful’;
there is a movement of people
who follow ‘the biggest loser’.
What is this opposition
between acceptance and change?
It is that some people
who are naturally not so wide
are wide because food is their comfort
to avoid difficulties,
or to help them through difficulties.
These people will be wide,
have low self-image,
and dress accordingly.
Other people are naturally wide,
have an image, and dress accordingly.
However most people are lost in the confusion!!
The answer is a journey through
acceptance and change.
After
After a crisis comes understanding…patience.
Awareness gives distance and clarity.
People are our mirrors.
Awareness gives distance and clarity.
People are our mirrors.
Hidden
A person can emigrate to commit murder;
a person can emigrate to commit marriage.
Motive lies hidden from forms,
and often from the informer.
a person can emigrate to commit marriage.
Motive lies hidden from forms,
and often from the informer.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Home
So funny how we
wonder here and there;
looking for this and that;
looking for a friend,
a lover, a home.
That which we look for
resides in us.
We carry our home with us
on all our journeys.
One day, tired, resting,
here it is.
wonder here and there;
looking for this and that;
looking for a friend,
a lover, a home.
That which we look for
resides in us.
We carry our home with us
on all our journeys.
One day, tired, resting,
here it is.
Roughin' It
However rough things get,
there is always someone
worse off than me.
However rough things get,
there is always someone
much worse off than me.
However rough things get,
there is always someone
much, much worse off than me.
Ah, how fortunate I am.
there is always someone
worse off than me.
However rough things get,
there is always someone
much worse off than me.
However rough things get,
there is always someone
much, much worse off than me.
Ah, how fortunate I am.
Missionaries
Today as a quietly walked
in the grounds of a holy place,
a person came up and
told me of great things;
or should I rephrase that:
someone came up
and vomited on me.
After the altercation
they obviously felt better.
I thanked them,
wiped off the muck,
and left the holy place.
Ask yourself before you
share your joy and wisdom,
am I so full my love overflow,
or am I so empty I deeply need?
Do not take from those
you pretend to offer salvation,
for that is theft.
May you be your mission:
your presence, your overflowing love –
may people flock to your abundance,
rather then try and escape your vacuum.
in the grounds of a holy place,
a person came up and
told me of great things;
or should I rephrase that:
someone came up
and vomited on me.
After the altercation
they obviously felt better.
I thanked them,
wiped off the muck,
and left the holy place.
Ask yourself before you
share your joy and wisdom,
am I so full my love overflow,
or am I so empty I deeply need?
Do not take from those
you pretend to offer salvation,
for that is theft.
May you be your mission:
your presence, your overflowing love –
may people flock to your abundance,
rather then try and escape your vacuum.
Techno Traveller
I travel the world blinded
by a video camera stuck to my head.
Why you might ask?
Because there isn’t enough
on television when I get home.
Those who fixate on outer beauty
need to shed light on their inner darkness.
True vision sees the depth of the outer,
and reveals the beauty of the inner.
Our own perfect lens,
technology will never match,
even in eternity.
by a video camera stuck to my head.
Why you might ask?
Because there isn’t enough
on television when I get home.
Those who fixate on outer beauty
need to shed light on their inner darkness.
True vision sees the depth of the outer,
and reveals the beauty of the inner.
Our own perfect lens,
technology will never match,
even in eternity.
Source
There are those troubled souls
that are directed away from this world
by the sweet pictures
of the heavenly after-life.
However heaven is found hidden not beyond,
but rather beneath life’s trials and tribulations.
Those that attain do so by diving into life,
not be escaping from it.
that are directed away from this world
by the sweet pictures
of the heavenly after-life.
However heaven is found hidden not beyond,
but rather beneath life’s trials and tribulations.
Those that attain do so by diving into life,
not be escaping from it.
Balance
There are those who obsess with the world;
they ignore the spirit and revel in decadence.
There are those who obsess with the spirit;
they ignore the world and revel in decadence.
To use the term moderation
is to temper an extreme;
to use the term balance,
is to reveal the other side:
balance.
they ignore the spirit and revel in decadence.
There are those who obsess with the spirit;
they ignore the world and revel in decadence.
To use the term moderation
is to temper an extreme;
to use the term balance,
is to reveal the other side:
balance.
The Master
The temple is empty,
bar the statues
and the worshippers;
Funny how no-one sees the light shining
from the begger outside the temple.
Even in our ignorance
we are touched by the divine.
Our prayers never go unheard,
nor unanswered.
If you happen to pass by the temple
in the quiet of late night,
you may just notice
the majesty of the beggar.
bar the statues
and the worshippers;
Funny how no-one sees the light shining
from the begger outside the temple.
Even in our ignorance
we are touched by the divine.
Our prayers never go unheard,
nor unanswered.
If you happen to pass by the temple
in the quiet of late night,
you may just notice
the majesty of the beggar.
Hypocrisy
Modern psychology and psychotherapy
use mind as their weapon of choice:
mind posited against mind.
Admittedly it is ‘healthy’ mind
therapising neurotic mind.
However the healthy mind
is also the victim of neurosis.
It is not by coincidence
that this has occurred.
Mind is ultimately the problem:
mind has hijacked the soul;
so of course like to hijack the duty
of trying to liberate the soul.
use mind as their weapon of choice:
mind posited against mind.
Admittedly it is ‘healthy’ mind
therapising neurotic mind.
However the healthy mind
is also the victim of neurosis.
It is not by coincidence
that this has occurred.
Mind is ultimately the problem:
mind has hijacked the soul;
so of course like to hijack the duty
of trying to liberate the soul.
The Feast
The desired creates desire.
Desire creates the desired.
On and on it goes until
the desire is immense,
and the desired is divine.
A castle is built out of bricks
with no mortar;
a mountain made
out of shifting sands.
I conquer the highest peak,
and wonder why I end up
beneath a pile of rubble.
I will build the illusion again,
but perhaps not so high.
However certainly I will climb,
and this time I will tread very carefully.
That was the problem last time.
Desire creates the desired.
On and on it goes until
the desire is immense,
and the desired is divine.
A castle is built out of bricks
with no mortar;
a mountain made
out of shifting sands.
I conquer the highest peak,
and wonder why I end up
beneath a pile of rubble.
I will build the illusion again,
but perhaps not so high.
However certainly I will climb,
and this time I will tread very carefully.
That was the problem last time.
Let Go
When the unconscious isn’t pressing
upon our mind its darkness,
is there something else pressing
upon our mind its light.
upon our mind its darkness,
is there something else pressing
upon our mind its light.
Waves
If past jealousy rears itself
it burdens the mind
and sabotages the other.
If the unconscious is silent
is Gods voice finally heard -
loud and insistent,
vociferous and eternal?
it burdens the mind
and sabotages the other.
If the unconscious is silent
is Gods voice finally heard -
loud and insistent,
vociferous and eternal?
No More
No more will the pages dance,
no more grace,
nor caress.
No more,
for the words shall come from me,
and therefore I shall be
not that which I am
but rather,
that which I am not.
no more grace,
nor caress.
No more,
for the words shall come from me,
and therefore I shall be
not that which I am
but rather,
that which I am not.
In Time
Indeed as a try and avoid I fail,
for that which I pus gathers strength,
and so, becoming harder to push,
I myself lose strength, become tired,
whither...away!
However in time I will regain strength
and try again, of course harder this time.
for that which I pus gathers strength,
and so, becoming harder to push,
I myself lose strength, become tired,
whither...away!
However in time I will regain strength
and try again, of course harder this time.
Silence
What is the silence
the mystics speak of?
For some it is the quiet
of a morning walk
through the forest.
For others it is
the imagined quiet
of a morning walk
through the forest.
Yet as far away
an imagined quiet is
from quiet itself,
so to is silence
from quiet.
It is neither of the imagination,
nor worldly;
nor is it of the divine,
it is divine!
the mystics speak of?
For some it is the quiet
of a morning walk
through the forest.
For others it is
the imagined quiet
of a morning walk
through the forest.
Yet as far away
an imagined quiet is
from quiet itself,
so to is silence
from quiet.
It is neither of the imagination,
nor worldly;
nor is it of the divine,
it is divine!
I Love and Hate
What of all the hate,
and what of all the love,
in this world?
I judge you as worthy of love;
I judge you as worth of hate.
There are many minds
in this world.
And hence it is true,
the world is full of hate;
the world if full of love.
However a daring leap or jolt
reveals beyond
small islands of mind,
the towering waves of compassion
amidst an ocean of silence.
and what of all the love,
in this world?
I judge you as worthy of love;
I judge you as worth of hate.
There are many minds
in this world.
And hence it is true,
the world is full of hate;
the world if full of love.
However a daring leap or jolt
reveals beyond
small islands of mind,
the towering waves of compassion
amidst an ocean of silence.
Quick?
Quick read fast,
in case you shall see yourself
in this page -
just a little;
though the inner knows nothing
of fast and slow;
so for some -
indeed at some time -
haste may touch one’s heart.
For others, haste may only
hasten distance and demise.
in case you shall see yourself
in this page -
just a little;
though the inner knows nothing
of fast and slow;
so for some -
indeed at some time -
haste may touch one’s heart.
For others, haste may only
hasten distance and demise.
Guilty or Not
How strange we are often
so quick to feel guilty for
that which we have not done.
Take a step back, and allow
ourselves time for a deep long breath
to cleanse ourselves,
yielding not a confession,
but clarity.
Disproportionate hallucination for a person
who has been told and now tells
one’s very self:
“I have wronged”.
Be judged not so hastily
by your own prosecution,
in your own courtroom -
of course with not your own defence…
so funny!
so quick to feel guilty for
that which we have not done.
Take a step back, and allow
ourselves time for a deep long breath
to cleanse ourselves,
yielding not a confession,
but clarity.
Disproportionate hallucination for a person
who has been told and now tells
one’s very self:
“I have wronged”.
Be judged not so hastily
by your own prosecution,
in your own courtroom -
of course with not your own defence…
so funny!
A Complicated Affair
I heard about Osho,
and so obviously decided
to have an affair.
That decision over with,
more troubles lay ahead.
Should I have a wild and steamy,
passionate, physical affair;
or should I have a deep and meaningful,
virtual Second-Life affair?
Opting for the latter...
such richness, such depth!
However now I am troubled:
did I have an affair or not?
To relieve my guilt
I hurriedly confess:
Oh dearest beloved,
what have I done;
listening to Osho,
those things he said!
My beloved responds:
I too listen to Osho.
Oh dear, I think,
but dare not say.
Trying to stay centred,
the story unfolds...
my beloved, the person I hate,
was the very same person
I had a virtual affair with!
So now we both sit around,
puzzled and bemused.
Did we have an affair or not?
In the end we decided to feel guilty
only in our virtual Second-Life.
and so obviously decided
to have an affair.
That decision over with,
more troubles lay ahead.
Should I have a wild and steamy,
passionate, physical affair;
or should I have a deep and meaningful,
virtual Second-Life affair?
Opting for the latter...
such richness, such depth!
However now I am troubled:
did I have an affair or not?
To relieve my guilt
I hurriedly confess:
Oh dearest beloved,
what have I done;
listening to Osho,
those things he said!
My beloved responds:
I too listen to Osho.
Oh dear, I think,
but dare not say.
Trying to stay centred,
the story unfolds...
my beloved, the person I hate,
was the very same person
I had a virtual affair with!
So now we both sit around,
puzzled and bemused.
Did we have an affair or not?
In the end we decided to feel guilty
only in our virtual Second-Life.
More Complicated Affairs
In my virtual Second-Life,
I decide to have an affair
with a homo-sexual-sapien.
Afterwards I felt guilty,
and decided to confess
to myself.
It turns out that my affair
was with my virtual self
in my Third-Life!
I decide to have an affair
with a homo-sexual-sapien.
Afterwards I felt guilty,
and decided to confess
to myself.
It turns out that my affair
was with my virtual self
in my Third-Life!
Current Affairs
The East see the West
as pursuing not freedom,
but selfishness.
The West see the East
as pursuing not self-lessness,
but slavery;
as seeking not peace,
but oppression.
as pursuing not freedom,
but selfishness.
The West see the East
as pursuing not self-lessness,
but slavery;
as seeking not peace,
but oppression.
The Asian Brown Cloud
Snow to Brown Cloud:
Hey brown cloud,
what are you doing
here in the Rockies;
and by the way,
where did you come from?
Brown Cloud to Snow:
Hey I am a foreigner,
but I am not
an illegal immigrant!
I came here legitimately,
just ask the
satellite tracking system.
And don’t worry,
I am not just a blow in;
I am a permanent resident.
Hey brown cloud,
what are you doing
here in the Rockies;
and by the way,
where did you come from?
Brown Cloud to Snow:
Hey I am a foreigner,
but I am not
an illegal immigrant!
I came here legitimately,
just ask the
satellite tracking system.
And don’t worry,
I am not just a blow in;
I am a permanent resident.
21st Century Man
The 19th century goes to England
and the industrial revolution.
The 20th century is of course America’s.
And the 21st century goes to Corruption;
although I am less than sure
it will bring anything new?
and the industrial revolution.
The 20th century is of course America’s.
And the 21st century goes to Corruption;
although I am less than sure
it will bring anything new?
The Gang
At any time,
past, present, and future,
I would very much like to have
the pleasure of meeting:
if I were in the forest,
Buddhadasa Bhikkhu;
in New York,
Kahlil Gibran and George Gurdjieff;
wherever,
Mevlani Rumi;
and in hell,
Osho.
However I have a feeling that
if I were in the eternal blazing inferno -
that our most recent beloved Catholic pope
has reminded us as of being real not metaphoric -
I would also chance upon at the same table as Osho,
George ‘the Black Devil’ Gurdjieff,
Buddhadasa the traitorous thai Zen master,
no doubt the impious Gibran and Rumi,
and most likely,
the remainder of the gang.
past, present, and future,
I would very much like to have
the pleasure of meeting:
if I were in the forest,
Buddhadasa Bhikkhu;
in New York,
Kahlil Gibran and George Gurdjieff;
wherever,
Mevlani Rumi;
and in hell,
Osho.
However I have a feeling that
if I were in the eternal blazing inferno -
that our most recent beloved Catholic pope
has reminded us as of being real not metaphoric -
I would also chance upon at the same table as Osho,
George ‘the Black Devil’ Gurdjieff,
Buddhadasa the traitorous thai Zen master,
no doubt the impious Gibran and Rumi,
and most likely,
the remainder of the gang.
Osho Affairs
Osho said to have affairs,
Osho said don’t have affairs;
he also said have affairs and
don’t have affairs.
The main thing he said is
have an ultimate affair.
Osho said don’t have affairs;
he also said have affairs and
don’t have affairs.
The main thing he said is
have an ultimate affair.
Understanding the Beyond
There are those who know
yet do not tell;
for each traveller
has their own wisdom,
and simply need to be shown
situations to understand and grow.
The wisest beings know and do tell;
yet the language is in
the mother tongue of the seaker.
One day the seeker will arrive
at the same understanding.
Your wisdom is hidden,
yet the masters words pull you
towards your very same knowing,
and then beyond.....
yet do not tell;
for each traveller
has their own wisdom,
and simply need to be shown
situations to understand and grow.
The wisest beings know and do tell;
yet the language is in
the mother tongue of the seaker.
One day the seeker will arrive
at the same understanding.
Your wisdom is hidden,
yet the masters words pull you
towards your very same knowing,
and then beyond.....
Mystery, Mysticism and Confusion
I am looking for life and life is looking for me.
Sometimes we bump into each other;
sometimes we don't.
In time the seams blend into the seamless;
though the wise tell of the timeless.
I suppose that too.
Sometimes we bump into each other;
sometimes we don't.
In time the seams blend into the seamless;
though the wise tell of the timeless.
I suppose that too.
Love and Aloneness
Though the journey be inwards,
one is essentially walking
side by side with friends.
Though the solitary
be at times lonely,
one can essentially walk
hand in hand with others.
In fact to realize
that anothers journey is
none other than your journey
is to walk the path of love
into the boundless.
To disappear
into the aloneness
of a solitary seeker,
or to expand into wholeness
like feathers in a flock,
is the balanced rhythm
of love and aloneness.
In this way the seeker
neither becomes lost in the crowd,
nor hardened by their own
yearning for truth.
In this way the seeker
becomes the sought.
one is essentially walking
side by side with friends.
Though the solitary
be at times lonely,
one can essentially walk
hand in hand with others.
In fact to realize
that anothers journey is
none other than your journey
is to walk the path of love
into the boundless.
To disappear
into the aloneness
of a solitary seeker,
or to expand into wholeness
like feathers in a flock,
is the balanced rhythm
of love and aloneness.
In this way the seeker
neither becomes lost in the crowd,
nor hardened by their own
yearning for truth.
In this way the seeker
becomes the sought.
Fearlessness
Fear not other travelers
who cross your way,
for your journey is inner
and no other can follow.
Though others may shout and dance,
they are but a call from afar;
echoes of the ancient call of the beast.
The spirit flies high,
and through this flight
the worldly is seen,
and the animal in man
returns to the jungle.
Transform yourself fearlessly.
The outer reflects the inner.
who cross your way,
for your journey is inner
and no other can follow.
Though others may shout and dance,
they are but a call from afar;
echoes of the ancient call of the beast.
The spirit flies high,
and through this flight
the worldly is seen,
and the animal in man
returns to the jungle.
Transform yourself fearlessly.
The outer reflects the inner.
Fellow Friends
There are those who lift your spirits;
there are those who make your spirit soar;
and there are those that leave you trodden on.
It is true that the essential question
is who am I, but who is it by your side?
Your enemy is your friend
in showing you your faults.
However the journey is much more
than churning through your demons.
Your friends help you sing
when all you want is to weep.
And when you sing
who around you
will want to weep?
Is your neighbour hiding from their spirit?
Keep company with fellow travellers and
keep closest company with yourself.
there are those who make your spirit soar;
and there are those that leave you trodden on.
It is true that the essential question
is who am I, but who is it by your side?
Your enemy is your friend
in showing you your faults.
However the journey is much more
than churning through your demons.
Your friends help you sing
when all you want is to weep.
And when you sing
who around you
will want to weep?
Is your neighbour hiding from their spirit?
Keep company with fellow travellers and
keep closest company with yourself.
Who Am I?
Where are you now my friend?
Are you settled into yourself,
or are you running here and their?
The final resting place of the Ganges
cannot be if it were not born a raging torrent,
high in the glacial Himalayas.
And even in its origin the river
knows where it is headed;
just as the vast, peaceful sea
knows its source.
The river knows
that though the journey
is one of nature,
the source is the end,
as the end is the source.
As vast is the sea,
so the mountains are silent.
The essence of who you are -
whether it be called God or spirit -
is dancing along with you,
every step of the way.
Are you settled into yourself,
or are you running here and their?
The final resting place of the Ganges
cannot be if it were not born a raging torrent,
high in the glacial Himalayas.
And even in its origin the river
knows where it is headed;
just as the vast, peaceful sea
knows its source.
The river knows
that though the journey
is one of nature,
the source is the end,
as the end is the source.
As vast is the sea,
so the mountains are silent.
The essence of who you are -
whether it be called God or spirit -
is dancing along with you,
every step of the way.
Truth Manifest
Truth is too pure to see fiction,
yet fiction cannot hide from the truth.
It is like a shower of rain that is
not troubled on exactly what it falls,
yet everything becomes drenched.
That which is false melts away,
while that which is innocent flowers.
Yet a deceptive mind
can crush the innocent,
weaving a web a delicate intrigue.
For this truth takes not the form
of an abundant raincloud, but rather
of an ominous thunderstorm.
Ah yes truth is pure,
yet it can play games too.
yet fiction cannot hide from the truth.
It is like a shower of rain that is
not troubled on exactly what it falls,
yet everything becomes drenched.
That which is false melts away,
while that which is innocent flowers.
Yet a deceptive mind
can crush the innocent,
weaving a web a delicate intrigue.
For this truth takes not the form
of an abundant raincloud, but rather
of an ominous thunderstorm.
Ah yes truth is pure,
yet it can play games too.
Arrogance
It might be assumed by some
that my poetry assumes self-mastery and wisdom.
However I make no claims to having attained
any level of spiritual attainment.
Such a claim is false,
and to consider it
is a waste of time.
Rather than being considered
as coming from me, the poems I write
I do so for me.
They are not an expression
of my understanding.
Rather, they are written
to help me understand;
for my own inspiration,
for my own path.
If you read my poetry
and have some connection with it,
then the poetry is written for you
rather than written by me.
that my poetry assumes self-mastery and wisdom.
However I make no claims to having attained
any level of spiritual attainment.
Such a claim is false,
and to consider it
is a waste of time.
Rather than being considered
as coming from me, the poems I write
I do so for me.
They are not an expression
of my understanding.
Rather, they are written
to help me understand;
for my own inspiration,
for my own path.
If you read my poetry
and have some connection with it,
then the poetry is written for you
rather than written by me.
Achievement
Those that reach
great heights in body or mind
sometimes do so at the expense of the spirit;
sometimes to ignore a hurting spirit; and
sometimes in harmony with the spirit.
After the grandeur of the peaks fade,
and when the crowds have all gone home,
perhaps another journey begins.
It is time to wait and see.
If the spirit now calls do not fear;
much has been gathered along the way,
for the journey ahead.
great heights in body or mind
sometimes do so at the expense of the spirit;
sometimes to ignore a hurting spirit; and
sometimes in harmony with the spirit.
After the grandeur of the peaks fade,
and when the crowds have all gone home,
perhaps another journey begins.
It is time to wait and see.
If the spirit now calls do not fear;
much has been gathered along the way,
for the journey ahead.
A Few Snippets
The others love is a
glimpse through a keyhole.
It is also the key.
There is a fine line between
being brave and being brazen.
Veils cannot hide the truth
for you are not outside looking in.
glimpse through a keyhole.
It is also the key.
There is a fine line between
being brave and being brazen.
Veils cannot hide the truth
for you are not outside looking in.
Balance
Thoughts are etched
on the canvas of the mind.
Dreams are painted
on the petals of the heart.
Too many thoughts and they
become trains of entangling twine.
Too many dreams and a
flowering heart can only
wilt with burden.
Yet given space thoughts
can trace the path of wisdom;
and dreams bring an aliveness
that lets our beings soar
to unknown heights.
What patterns of art
criss-cross my mind?
What flows this way
and that in my heart?
As I ask this question
drop by drop
my little cup of awareness
fills to overflowing;
new tracks are laid,
others untwine,
and still others
disappear.
Heavy emotions flow
not through my eyes,
but under the gravity of seeing
are consumed like a waterfall
into an endless canyon;
settling in the stillness
of a clear forest pool.
on the canvas of the mind.
Dreams are painted
on the petals of the heart.
Too many thoughts and they
become trains of entangling twine.
Too many dreams and a
flowering heart can only
wilt with burden.
Yet given space thoughts
can trace the path of wisdom;
and dreams bring an aliveness
that lets our beings soar
to unknown heights.
What patterns of art
criss-cross my mind?
What flows this way
and that in my heart?
As I ask this question
drop by drop
my little cup of awareness
fills to overflowing;
new tracks are laid,
others untwine,
and still others
disappear.
Heavy emotions flow
not through my eyes,
but under the gravity of seeing
are consumed like a waterfall
into an endless canyon;
settling in the stillness
of a clear forest pool.
The Essence of Patience
The body runs this way,
the mind goes that;
giving sustenance to
a whirlpool of emotions.
A rich sauce cannot be
without much drama on the stove.
If it is time for action then
celebrate the aliveness.
What is a fine cheese
if not matured;
a great wine
if not fermented?
Whether through
action or inaction,
in time the essence
will always be revealed.
the mind goes that;
giving sustenance to
a whirlpool of emotions.
A rich sauce cannot be
without much drama on the stove.
If it is time for action then
celebrate the aliveness.
What is a fine cheese
if not matured;
a great wine
if not fermented?
Whether through
action or inaction,
in time the essence
will always be revealed.
A Clear Mist
Ah yes it is indeed the weary body
that overflows into the mind.
Tonight shall I rest deep.
Tomorrow let us see what springs into action.
Perhaps a day of toil in the fields,
or one of wrestling with thoughts.
I can see
a day not long will come,
where motion shall ebb,
not out of drama and fatigue,
but out of understanding.
As the winters fog deepens
and the trees become engulfed,
a quiet silence is settling in.
What can move in the mist?
Yet clarity is so fine and pure.
that overflows into the mind.
Tonight shall I rest deep.
Tomorrow let us see what springs into action.
Perhaps a day of toil in the fields,
or one of wrestling with thoughts.
I can see
a day not long will come,
where motion shall ebb,
not out of drama and fatigue,
but out of understanding.
As the winters fog deepens
and the trees become engulfed,
a quiet silence is settling in.
What can move in the mist?
Yet clarity is so fine and pure.
Fearless Love
A weary body, a restless spirt;
yet a key turns gently, the door ajar.
Anothers love is the key to the
doorway of our own hearts treasures.
Nothing can be lost in allowing love;
for to be sure it is really just love seeking love;
love finding love; and ultimately love revealing love.
Alas the coming and going of the beloved,
glimpse after glimpse reveals our own treasure.
As there can be no thorns without roses
so there can be no loss without gain.
Fear not love revealing truth.
yet a key turns gently, the door ajar.
Anothers love is the key to the
doorway of our own hearts treasures.
Nothing can be lost in allowing love;
for to be sure it is really just love seeking love;
love finding love; and ultimately love revealing love.
Alas the coming and going of the beloved,
glimpse after glimpse reveals our own treasure.
As there can be no thorns without roses
so there can be no loss without gain.
Fear not love revealing truth.
Travelling Home
There can be
no greater journey
than the simple things
we do each day.
In any everyday act
can be found more holiness
than a great pilgrimage
to a far away temple.
It is simply a matter of intensity.
That the sacred is in the mundane
can be verified each and every moment,
on each and every day.
The choice is yours.
That which is transformed
is not only the act, it is also you.
We can sit with holy people
or prey in holy places;
yet all we can really understand
is that it is life that is holy.
Though you may sit
at the feet of a master,
understand that you can go home
and touch the centre of the divine.
Run if you may, seek if you like;
however you, your journey, and
that which you journey towards,
is never far away;
it is now and always
here.
no greater journey
than the simple things
we do each day.
In any everyday act
can be found more holiness
than a great pilgrimage
to a far away temple.
It is simply a matter of intensity.
That the sacred is in the mundane
can be verified each and every moment,
on each and every day.
The choice is yours.
That which is transformed
is not only the act, it is also you.
We can sit with holy people
or prey in holy places;
yet all we can really understand
is that it is life that is holy.
Though you may sit
at the feet of a master,
understand that you can go home
and touch the centre of the divine.
Run if you may, seek if you like;
however you, your journey, and
that which you journey towards,
is never far away;
it is now and always
here.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Now Transforms All
The future is now.
The past is now.
Planning for the
future happens now.
Reflecting on the
past happens now.
Our worries happen now.
Our joys happen now.
Our acts of virtue happen now.
Our acts of vice happen now.
So many minds,
so many bodies.
How vast is this
now?
This is the first Truth.
The second truth is
that consciousness directs
what happens now
toward the Good.
If we become more aware
of the happening of our vices
they transform into virtues.
What is happening now?
Being in the now.
This is the flow that happens
in the space of I am.
I am present to this.
I am the centre;
the centre is I.
Good is truth transformed.
In this space I am truth and virtue.
The past misdeeds happened
because I was not here.
I am here now,
and this is the strength
that shall be my guide.
Arriving more and more
in truth, good, and beauty.
I am Truth, Good, and Beauty.
The past is now.
Planning for the
future happens now.
Reflecting on the
past happens now.
Our worries happen now.
Our joys happen now.
Our acts of virtue happen now.
Our acts of vice happen now.
So many minds,
so many bodies.
How vast is this
now?
This is the first Truth.
The second truth is
that consciousness directs
what happens now
toward the Good.
If we become more aware
of the happening of our vices
they transform into virtues.
What is happening now?
Being in the now.
This is the flow that happens
in the space of I am.
I am present to this.
I am the centre;
the centre is I.
Good is truth transformed.
In this space I am truth and virtue.
The past misdeeds happened
because I was not here.
I am here now,
and this is the strength
that shall be my guide.
Arriving more and more
in truth, good, and beauty.
I am Truth, Good, and Beauty.
Finding Love
Can I not open my heart without
opening the Pandora’s box: jealousy.
Fear, possessiveness and
anger reigns supreme.
What is this of love?
opening the Pandora’s box: jealousy.
Fear, possessiveness and
anger reigns supreme.
What is this of love?
Touch
The only time we touch
is in my dreams.
Let hope not wake
with me this morning.
No more shall I live in sleep.
No more shall I love in dreams.
No more shall I look for
signs of love from you.
I shall go to bed seeking clarity.
I shall wake up seeking clarity.
is in my dreams.
Let hope not wake
with me this morning.
No more shall I live in sleep.
No more shall I love in dreams.
No more shall I look for
signs of love from you.
I shall go to bed seeking clarity.
I shall wake up seeking clarity.
How Deep?
How deep is
your disappointment?
If your heart asks and
the answer is unknown,
I say how else can one
see what is there…look.
Does rejection
not have an end?
Is it really to fear?
Challenge the depths
of your sorrow to see
if it is bottomless.
Watch the transformation begin.
your disappointment?
If your heart asks and
the answer is unknown,
I say how else can one
see what is there…look.
Does rejection
not have an end?
Is it really to fear?
Challenge the depths
of your sorrow to see
if it is bottomless.
Watch the transformation begin.
Turn Around
Fools would be wise to listen to their heart.
Yet who has heard of a wise fool.
Alas the journey turns around at the cul-de-sac.
The funny thing is the fool thinks that new adventures await.
The truth is the fool has turned around and
started returning from whence they came.
Yet who has heard of a wise fool.
Alas the journey turns around at the cul-de-sac.
The funny thing is the fool thinks that new adventures await.
The truth is the fool has turned around and
started returning from whence they came.
Closing and Opening
Is it not now that the path has reached its end?
Am I not stuck on life’s treadmill of glue and muck?
In a fit of frustration I sit down and weep.
Wiping my eyes I see through their slit;
again I have been fooled by dreams.
Hope is reborn and the path lies ahead.
Travelling forth is a journey into treasures.
Yet I watch my mind for its delusions.
Am I not stuck on life’s treadmill of glue and muck?
In a fit of frustration I sit down and weep.
Wiping my eyes I see through their slit;
again I have been fooled by dreams.
Hope is reborn and the path lies ahead.
Travelling forth is a journey into treasures.
Yet I watch my mind for its delusions.
The Master Laughs
The Master Laughs
Too stubborn am I to follow
the light of the master.
Yet every cave I enter
has a new jewel.
Like an unravelling maze,
each cave never fails to bring me
to the fresh light of a new day.
Too stubborn am I to follow
the light of the master.
Yet every cave I enter
has a new jewel.
Like an unravelling maze,
each cave never fails to bring me
to the fresh light of a new day.
The Colonial Kingdom
It is no coincidence that the
rivers flow of anti-depressants.
It is the hidden side
of the coin of truth.
One side is collective expansion
and was stamped in the colonial era.
The other side is collective contraction
and is called karma.
Be careful of your actions.
In science they say every action
has an equal and opposite reaction.
rivers flow of anti-depressants.
It is the hidden side
of the coin of truth.
One side is collective expansion
and was stamped in the colonial era.
The other side is collective contraction
and is called karma.
Be careful of your actions.
In science they say every action
has an equal and opposite reaction.
Glimpse after Glimpse
Though sometimes I wonder
which way is up and down
and which way is back and forth,
not for a single moment
have I not made efforts
to bring awareness to my side:
to shed its light on things.
And I even
manage when possible
to sit still for a time,
without my usual distractions.
Many times I wonder
about the great things
the sages speak of.
And all I can do
is bring awareness
to this thought.
Yet sometimes -
perhaps a late afternoon,
with the sun already
settled beyond the hills -
I pause on my usual late walk
and close my eyes,
only to find that
I am not there.
Only a vast and
pristinely silent mirror Is.
As I stop
everything stops.
Vast eternal stillness,
alluring and alive;
a dustless mirror
reflecting everything -
everything except me.
I am nowhere to be found.
Swept away in the endless tide;
the extinguished flame
reveals eternal light.
Sometime later I am back.
What rekindles the little flame
that extinguishes the eternal sun?
which way is up and down
and which way is back and forth,
not for a single moment
have I not made efforts
to bring awareness to my side:
to shed its light on things.
And I even
manage when possible
to sit still for a time,
without my usual distractions.
Many times I wonder
about the great things
the sages speak of.
And all I can do
is bring awareness
to this thought.
Yet sometimes -
perhaps a late afternoon,
with the sun already
settled beyond the hills -
I pause on my usual late walk
and close my eyes,
only to find that
I am not there.
Only a vast and
pristinely silent mirror Is.
As I stop
everything stops.
Vast eternal stillness,
alluring and alive;
a dustless mirror
reflecting everything -
everything except me.
I am nowhere to be found.
Swept away in the endless tide;
the extinguished flame
reveals eternal light.
Sometime later I am back.
What rekindles the little flame
that extinguishes the eternal sun?
Path of Love
Though love may clip your wings it will not tether your soul.
Perhaps a little more time need be spent on this earth,
for two birds fly side by side but not together into the sun.
Some earthly pleasures transform desire into love.
To fear love is to walk this earth not knowing our potential to fly.
Though earths garden be beautiful one day we shall meet, in the eyes of a stranger,
a calling to unshackle our spirit and tear off the strips that bind our heart.
Though the path of love be a journey into unfathomable heights,
fear not for many have been swept up in the great winds that cease not.
Perhaps a little more time need be spent on this earth,
for two birds fly side by side but not together into the sun.
Some earthly pleasures transform desire into love.
To fear love is to walk this earth not knowing our potential to fly.
Though earths garden be beautiful one day we shall meet, in the eyes of a stranger,
a calling to unshackle our spirit and tear off the strips that bind our heart.
Though the path of love be a journey into unfathomable heights,
fear not for many have been swept up in the great winds that cease not.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Tonight or For Life?
Some animals mate for life,
while others mate for a night.
Humans are no different.
Our task is to find out
which animal we are.
Preachers espouse celibacy,
wedding vows, and multiplicity.
Our animal nature conforms with our being,
not some ill-formed outsiders view.
Knowing our animal nature
is the first step to understanding
our true nature: from animality,
to humanity, to divinity.
Then we will share,
but never preach.
while others mate for a night.
Humans are no different.
Our task is to find out
which animal we are.
Preachers espouse celibacy,
wedding vows, and multiplicity.
Our animal nature conforms with our being,
not some ill-formed outsiders view.
Knowing our animal nature
is the first step to understanding
our true nature: from animality,
to humanity, to divinity.
Then we will share,
but never preach.
A Few Wise Words
Some words are at such a depth
that to grasp even a few words
leaves one almost burdened
by the weight.
To collect a few words,
or to gather a few lines,
is sufficient for a days excursion.
Words of wisdom keep the mind
directed towards the truth.
A daily infusion
keeps the mind high,
lifts our spirits, and
takes us beyond.
that to grasp even a few words
leaves one almost burdened
by the weight.
To collect a few words,
or to gather a few lines,
is sufficient for a days excursion.
Words of wisdom keep the mind
directed towards the truth.
A daily infusion
keeps the mind high,
lifts our spirits, and
takes us beyond.
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