The Past and Future Don’t Exist
The past we can point to
Pleasuring ourselves with
Ripples of happiness upon the events
We retell ourselves transpired
Or admonish ourselves for how we acted
Threatening new action
Should those same events happen again
And they do
But they look different
And so we repeat our actions
And repeat our unhappiness
The future can’t exist yet,
As it is that
The future
And will always ever be the future
And never come in the form we want it
So we tell ourselves
Tall tales of what will happen
When…
And dream of happier days ahead
As if they suffice
For the suffering we have in this moment
And don’t adjust our actions
Trying to live in the past or future is folly
For neither exist
Only the time now
Exists
What is in front of you now?
Is it a wall? A door? A room? Space? Friend? Foe?
Only you know
Only you will ever know
Only you can change a wall to space
Or foe to friend
Are you?
Infant Wisdom
Before my infant son
Recognized me
With knowing eyes
I spent many months
Wondering if he knew
More than I
The secret of the ages
Now I know
He did
He knew
And knows now
More than I do
He knows
To live
Now
To him
That is eternity
He is right.
Intranet
Supraconsciousness is the internet of the mind
We have externalized
That which we have had our entire existence
One is polluted with ads and porn
But accessable to all
The other is pure and blissful
But currently only accessable to a few
But growing in masses
And droves.
Ballet
People are souls
People have bodies
Inhabiting the habitual structure
Of a particular rhythm
Dancing the dance
Thinking we are the dancers
Dancing the dance
When really
It’s our soul, dancing the dance
And we are the dance
Not the dancer
In Rememberance
Memory is misuse
It eludes us
It allows us to believe there is a past
It allows us to think that the past is important
There is no importance
The past is irrelevant
The past is not you
You are you
Memory serves to misrepresent
Your misinterpretation of who you are
A compilation of your past memories
When all those are
Are the current set of circumstances
You live under
Currently
Allowing the currents of life
To guide you onward
Remembering that
Is the best memory
You can have
You tune your astral fork
Through intuition and imagination
The Fabric of The Universe
I am conscious
An indisputable fact
I observe the things around me
Therefore, they are made up of consciousness
My consciousness
Your consciousness
There is no difference.
Contemplation
The flower
In it’s most beautiful state
Is open
In the interrium
It grows
Only when ready
Blooms
When open
Seeks the infinite sun
No matter the contortion it must endure
No matter the length of time it must contort
In prime beauty
Is at the will of all forces
Deer eat
Child picks
Storm comes
And can be destroyed
At any time
Willingly unknowingly
And gives
Everything it is
Until it has no more
Then it returns
To it’s own infinity
To return, when asked, by external forces.
The Universe
If you believe it’s out to get you
You’re right
If you believe it’s out to help you
You’re right
If you believe it just is
You’re right
Externalization
Air conditioning
Remote control
24 hour news broadcast
Doctors and nurses
All external versions
Of what the universe can bestow
When asked politely and patently
Like a walkie talkie
I am
Tuning myself
To the frequency
Of the universe
Meditation and prayer
Is the Universes cell phone
She has set up all the infrastructure
The cell towers
And network providers
It is your job
To find your provider
And get your phone
Near your closest cell tower
You do not move through the world
The world moves through you
All we are is a bunch of air and ideas
Floating in space
Custodian
Be you poor or Rich
The way you treat life
Can make you simply a custodian of collections of things
The only difference is the quality
Law of Displacement
Like water displacement
My ego is being displaced
That which I thought was big
Has no place in me anymore
And is much smaller than I yet realize
Silence
In our world of forms
There is no silence
There is only quiet
Only in quiet
Can one hear
The silence
Between the space
Between sounds
Hark! A sound.
Behold———-silence———-between.
Believe Consciousness
Anything we believe
Fantasy Novels
Aliens
SciFi UFO
These results of humanities
Incomprehensible accomplishments
Have everything to do
With our Awakening
Stream of Life
Things fail in our lives
Not because we fail at them
But because if we succeeded at them
The success would
Lead us down a path
We were never meant to be on
In the first place
It doesn’t matter…
You can pray
The Our Father
From the lotus position
You can chant
Aum MaNi PadMe Hum
From you knees in genuflection
You can perform
Kryia Yoga
On your prayer mat facing east
You can supplicate
In rak’ah
During a walking meditation
It matters not to god
It matters not to the universe
It matters not to our consciousness
You don’t have to
Uncover the mysteries of the universe in your meditation
Or see God in your prayers
All you must do
Is start identifying more with the spirit you are
Than the body you have
And the rest will unfold as it needs to
Woven
We
Will not awake
To ourselves
Until
Waking up
Becomes woven
Into everything we do
Priest, Poet, Politician
Athlete, Activist, Architect
Engineer, Entrepreneur, Environmentalist
Mom, Dad, Child
We
At that point
Won’t have to chose
Between this path or that
All paths lead
There.
We Are Zero Years Old
Kick the Frame
Kick the Frame
In the second sutra
Kick the Frame
God kills self every second
Every day
From pest control
To mass extermination
From swatting a fly
To running over a racoon
From world wars
To the moment of suicide
God kills self every second
With a smile
Without blinking an eye
With bliss.
Death is not the obstacle
Our feelings of fear are.
All We Leave Behind Is A Uniform
My blood flows
Heart pump
To the pattern of Aum
The Word of God
Ability
I called them difficiencies
I now recognize them as abilities
A man with color ‘blindness’ sees more color than anyone else can
A woman with ‘autism’ loves anyone that treats her kindly, with every fiber of her being
A man with ‘retardation’ gets mad, then gets over it
A woman with ‘Alzheimer’s’, remembers little of her past, lives only in the present
These colors and feelings
Are nothing more than signals
We as a species
With our laws, customs and civil orders
Determined what normal is
Then label those outside that range
Abnormal
When in fact
They see things
As they truly are
While we see things
As they are not
Formation
There is
The world of forms
Busses, houses, people
Mind forms
Thoughts and emmotions
Beyond form
Silence and space
This is where you rest
At the right hand of the universe
Sign of the Cross
Father
In my third eye
Present eternally upon prayer
Meditation
Or cecessation of thought
Son, Sun
That which we see and touch
Form
current state
Eternal Now
Holy Spirit
Self
Being
Eternal presence
Binding
Father to son
All of it
Is with me
And the gentle touch
A feeling
Upon the edges
Of our bodies
Sensation
To feel the feeling
That cannot be felt
Though I have been
Feeling it all my life
To hear the sound
That I could not hear
Though has been ringing
In my ears
All my life
To see the sights
That I could not see
Though they have been playing
Across my eyes
All my life
To know the knowledge
I could not know
Though that wisdom
Has been at my dendrites
All my life
To taste
That delicate taste
I could not know
Though it has been
On my toungue
For all my life
To smell
That sweet, everlasting smell
I did not know
Though it has been
Permeating my nose
For all my life
By noticing
These that have been ever present
I find the essesnce
Of myself
Prayer and Meditation
The same
The only thing
Attempting to be achieved
Is the silence
We can experience
Within the cocophony of quiet
The 1%
As in any good book
Persistent Or passing thought
Speech
Prayer
Meditation
Life experience
Difining moment
There is only ever 1%
That can be gleaned
Are you alert enough
To know it?
Choose Your Fighter
In the war for your soul
You either fight
The invisible devil of your thoughts
Or the Satan of your emotions
Both strong adversaries
The battlefield, your mind
Using the forms created within
As if it were a 3way Street fighter
Between you, ken and Ryu
Reality Virtually
Life
On this Earth
Is a set of VR goggles
Plugged into all 5 senses
Of your consciousness
Receipe
Self realization does not occur
Through meditation alone
Become aware of your awareness (AKA Experience Grace)
Surrender to every experience put in front of you
Meditate
Or pray it’s all the same
then, you can realize your true nature.
There is no achieve, there is only do.
Language of God
God
Does not speak in language
We are reflection of God
God speaks
In energy, sound, and image: Sensation
Silence and space
Are the backdrop
Sadguru
No mind
Is a falshood
A fantasy
Atlantis-see
In the sea
Of our minds
We swim around
Demanding it
To deliver answers
Answering the questions we always have
Delivering the derivations of computations
Complications come
When we over stuff the mind
Ask it to do all things
Make us satisfied for all time
Tell us what we want to hear
What we want to tell ourselves
About the perfections of life
If only this…
Make it so…
Why can’t….
This person should…
That is not it’s objective
And so it objects and rejects
From a weary place of frustration
Fruitlessly frustratingly fed up
It fights back
And runs
On and on and on
Like a flowing faucet
With no control valve
And so we value the valveless mind
And fantacise
Of the idea of no mind
Let no mind deliver us from evil
When no mind is the extreme opposite
Of valveless mind
So, find the valve
Or let it find you
In the meantime
Sit
In a quiet place
With the mind you have
And allow it to exist
In the place it is
Allow it to hang there
If even for a moment
Then
You will know
All you need to know
Single Pointed Mind
When we point our awareness
to one thing
To experience the beauty of
our existence
We must flit our awareness
from one thing
to the next.
When we singularly focus
our awareness
on no(one) thing
We become aware
of all
We are aware
of the universe
at once.
The Ageless Doorstep
We believe
our salvation
will be with a second coming
of someone or something else.
It is the lore of the ages.
The only second coming
will be
when we arrive
at our own doorstep and welcome our selves
to the only home
we have ever inhabited.
The only home we have ever known.
The opposite of birth
is death…dualism at it’s fine-alist.
There is no dualism to Life.
Welcome home.
You’ve spent much of the day playing hide-and-seek.
Hope you had fun.
Migraine
Migraines come
At the source of your third eye
Open
Let the light in
And relieve the pressure of darkness.
Others Words
-Man it is hard to love this man
Wow is it hard to love this woman
Know that when we are in our truest form
We become neither man nor woman
We exist
Simply as the love between.-
Imperfect Matter
Imperfect spirit is matter
In this instant
I was born and died
Perfect matter is spirit
Nisargadatta
Our memories
Both blessing and curse
A trillion…infinity
Births and deaths
Not in chronological
But stacked
Upon the same instant
I remember
Therefore I think
I have an age
Ageless in the eyes of reality
You have not moved
From the same place
In space
Since the moment
You were born
I sink into memory
And stack my life learnings
On the bookshelf I built
Upon my memories
And musings
Amusing myself
That they are sturdy
When they were built over days
But the only shelves
That last eternal
And the only books upon them
Are the ones that can be read
In an instant
And yet
We westerners
Never read
The same book twice
All the learning
We ever need
Is contained
In a word
For a word
Is born
And
Dies
Instantly
For the world
Was created and destroyed
In a word
Religiosity
We don’t need
A new religion
Another set of mythologies
The teachings
From all sides of the earth
And all walks of life
Are all we ever needed
Next, we will all discover
What has been inside ourselves
All along
Third Law
Physical Law:
For every action
There is an equal and opposite reaction
Thoughts and emmotions
Are intangible physical objects
In your mind
And heart
As these forms arise
The same law
Of physics
Apply
Notice
When they arive
For every action
There is an equal
And opposite
Reaction
That Which You Cannot Keep
When you die
If chosen
You will retain
Awareness
(You always have…)
You will lose
Thought
Emotion
Possessions
Money
For those are of form
And are of no worth
awareness
Is all
Lasting
Pop Guru
Your inner guru
Is the best guru
You will ever find
If you are willing
To attend to subtleties
Your inner guru
May light the path
With pop songs
Spears, springstein, Stephens, Henley
The hook loops
“This is the last, worthless evening that you’ll have to spend” deep meditation no longer needs to come from technique
“I know who you are…” Almost taunting, knowing that one day that experience will arrive
“If you want to be free, be free… there’s a million ways to go, you know that there are” there is no one right path
What way does yours?
Light your path?
Look for repetition in ways and means
Look for subtlety
Reveal it to yourself.
The Same Coin
All is exactly as it should be
Extasy and tragedy alike
You need put no effort forth
For it will eternally be put forth on your behalf
Until you accept that in full
You will forever be prisoner and guard
Intercoupling
We are two states
Of the same
We are both at once
And need both to awake
Human= form
Being = spirit
If we attach
Too much
To either
We stay asleep
Eternal
The moment
We reach for the middle
We become what we have always been
The Dude Abides
My guru
Told me
That when my path
Was clear
I would be unable to resist
Taking it
I thought that was a future state
Now I understand
I am already on
My path
And I cannot resist
My doing is done
Without me
And I will find
That I have reached the beginning
And know it
To be the end.
Billboard
Passed by
A billboard
On the freeway
Reading – hell is real –
Nodded my head in agreement
Thinking – your right, billboard
It is on Earth
Attempting to resist the world
As it is-
Sovereignty
If everything is predestined
From which thought I’m going to think next
Which poem I’m going to write
to the second I leave the location
to where I put my coffee cup
and I get insights from my inner guru before they happen
what do I already know that I pretend not to know? Go there
Weaver
These thoughts
I have
Are not mine
They are meerely
Threads in the unlimited
Fabric of the universe
Peripheral Vision
to hear the birds
chirping in the trees
while driving down the freeway
with the windows cracked open
the wind whistling about
is the point
the simplest is the most profound
for if we are born and die in every moment
it can be simply intricate
but it cannot be complex
for while we may not understand the design
we can still be gobsmacked by it’s Beauty
O-me
We are not unique and special
In form
We believe that we are
We want to believe
Why we struggle?
Deep down we know its hollowness
For it is not our uniqueness
That makes us special
It is our onness with all things
That is our everything.
Maharshi
Thought occurs
“To whom does this thought happen?”
“Me,” you reply.
“Who am I?”
And here you find
The heart of the only question
Thought dissapates
And the window
To you
Is cracked open
Just one more hair
New fresher air wafting
Tickling your nose hairs
Brushing all your eyes lashes.
Eternally Arriving
Because the Earth
Functions as it does
There will never
Not be Something To Do
Like water
Things To Do
Move to fill up space available
This is where perspective
Is instrumental
It is when you believe
You will ever get to the end of anything
When life breaks down
It is when you realize
Things To Do
Is eternal
Then can the enjoyment
of the To Do
Whether eternal
Or momentary
Enter in
For you will never arrive
You will forever be arriving
Accomplished, just being one more step
Another step awaits
Allow acceptance into this one step
In the eternal journey.
Signposts
Forget god
forget Jesus
Forget religion
Idols and Structure
All of it
Is groupings sounds, words, souls
Crafted to describe
To us dreamers
The dream
We exist in
But no words
When dreaming
Can ever describe
The dream
As you experienced it
When you let it flow
In that space
Between
Wakefulness
And silence.
Linguistics
We speak ourselves
into the world
Language wills
things into existence
Existing now
as a result
of sounds
vibrations
coming from
your mouth-tongue-lungs
coordinated air pressure
unconscious use of forces
uttering a word
that may have existed before
but never in this context
and never with these results
We Just Spoke
A New Thing
Into Existence
Meeting, Love, Awareness
and now
a new world can exist.
Profound blindness
healed
by the laying on
of words
upon the
eye of the
world.
become ignorant
to your blindness
for there lies
the threshold
of a new
ending.
Backdrop
Being aware of the reality of the dream
is the only thing
We become unblind
and discover ourselves into ignorance
the rest works in the background
even if we haven’t awaken
It’s still at work in the background.
Natasha
I have spoken
into existence
friction with
my wife
insistence
reference
to an event
an awakening
I have cloaked it
in explanation-meaning
covered it in a
fuzzy coat of brilliance
warming myself
in an uncertain
future
leaving her
in the cold.
Today
i will speak
the warmth open
attempting to wrap her
into the folds
by releasing the event
that i have bound in meaning
as just that: An Event.
I speak it out of existence.
I release it
back to where it came from.
A Case for Inaction
I don’t do anything
My mind thoughts, emotions
and body, actions and movements
Coordinate, without me
To execute my life
Like a script running
On a computer
But I
Don’t do
Anything
Notice
I said the words
To my coach
“It’s all working in the background”
Talking about something
Completely off topic
And a tingling
Ran across the tops
Of my eyebrows
Meeting itself
In the center
Of my forehead
When I’m not looking
It always happens
Just noticing
Is all I need to do.
Six
In the dark
I can still
“See” where I’m going
All my sense
Though I realize it
Or not
Are coordinating
To ensure
My passage
Through life.
Heart The Size Of A Stadium
I write
So that I can expand,
I expand
So that I can share,
I share
So that we can evolve together
Awaken myself to myself
Which doesn’t take on
The single layered me
It takes on the single layer we.
Gravity
Words
Pop into my head
When I see others
Adjectives I object to
If said aloud
In an attempt for ‘me’
To separate ‘me’
From others
Feel superior
Feel space
Because my oneness
Frightens me
When I face it
I have to accept it all
The flaws and beauty
The poor and rich
The perfume and stench
The grime and purity
The sane and disturbed
The mess and the put together
The self supportive and needy
And stand in the center
Holding both truths
Without tipping the scales
In either direction
A desire for one
Over the other
Or the ignoring
Of one
For the welcoming
Of the other.
I writhe
in the desire
To go back to sleep
For the feeling of being awake
Is less than the discomfort
Of this tension.
That tension,
That exposure,
Causes me
The greatest fear
I have
And to know
That I am not separate,
The acceptance
That both truths
Are the whole of me
Brings me to my knees.
Aware, Lean-In, Flip, Flow
I suffer
Because
I believe a thought
That is not true
All thoughts
Are false
Good-bad
Right-wrong
Kind-evil
All thought is untrue.
Woke
Do you really want to be enlightened?
Then you
Gotta wanna
Face down your deepest
Fears
And mental structures
Shake them to their core
Until you do
You’re falling in love with the idea
You only want to want to be enlightened
It is a thick grey line.
The Unfolding
My poetry is what helps me wake up from myself
A never-ending journey
only then do I realize it’s not my poetry.
The poetry is the unfolding…is the Pavattana.
Sin
Sins are often misconstrued
As bad things people do
But bad things to some people
Are right to others
Given context
So sins
Are simply misunderstanding
Nationalism
A nation
Will rise to prominence
When the middle way
Of me and we is struck
That nation may exist
Or has not yet formed
Mint For Pillow?
I used to build homes
For my thoughts and feelings
With nice little front stoops, warm bedrooms
So they could cozy up
And burrow in.
Now
I am
A hotel housekeeper
For transient thoughts and feelings
Keeping the room neat and tidy
For their stay
Their lives
Passing through
Motel Mind
And on to other adventures
The rooms I remake upon their departure.
Square the edges of the sheets
Clean the shower
Shape and mint the pillow
Dust the fan.
Each time they visit
If I inquire while they check in
I can learn an important lesson.
Someday soon
I want to work a seedy motel
Where rooms are rented
By the milisecond
And the sign out front
Forever reads ‘VACANCY’.
Two Paths
Failure
Is life
Letting you know
That is not the path
It needs you on anymore
Look up
For the better path
Is on the horizon
When you are able to see it.
Flow
If every thought we have
Has no impact
On the way the world turns
Our bodies operate without us
Our minds on Parade without us
Yet everything we value
Measure ourselves
Is based on our thoughts
Then what value do I have?
I exist
And I exist whether I am alive or dead
Because the end of thought
Does not spell the end
Coronation
Thinking and feeling
need to work in tandem
how does that thought make me feel?
How does that feeling make me think?
Only when those two cohabitate
paying attention to both
not taking them literally
but taking them seriously
can we be liberated
It is only through caring
and processing through the caring
that I will ever be free
There is never, have “I been enlightened”
There is only ever being.
There is never “been awakened”
There is only ever being awake.
To Do
On The To Do List of life
there is never complete
there is only ever
Done for now.
Pitchy
There is a pitch
That life operates at
Slow down enough
And you can hear it
Within yourself.
Dynamic Boxes
The dynamic nature
Of ourselves is multifaceted
With miles and miles
Of options
Like an eternal Swiss army knife
And because of that
Dynamic nature
It is hard for us
To pin ourselves down
And put us in a box
Even though the temptation
Of the world, of our world, of ourselves
Is to do just that.
We will find ourselves
In ourselves
When we balance
The dynamic nature of ourselves
With the simple structure
Of the eternal moment.
Communion
I write
For liberation
You place
The meaning
Upon it.
Subtlety
There is something
that has been with you your entire life
it is very subtle
and almost unnoticeable
could be a feeling or a sound
or something you see
whatever the case
for you that is eternity.
For me it is a sound
in my ears
now that I hear it
I know
it has been there my whole life.
It is subtle
the minute I focus on that
peace and calm wash over me.
The tuning fork for the pitch inside you is the sounds that are all around you in the sounds of early mornings… The natural thin and cacophony of the early morning outside
Passport Visas
I have traveled much distance
In my life
Far and wide
Countries and continents
Hundreds of thousands of miles logged
My body has been
Across lands and oceans
In air and across pavement
And yet
In the midst of all that travel and time
I have never moved an inch
Nor aged a minute
For the perception of the world
Moves toward and away from me
Around me
Yet I have never moved
This is not a riddle
This is the calling
Into question a perspective.
Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive
Children live in bliss
They don’t know it’s bliss
Because they haven’t carried
The weight of adulthood.
You don’t know what you’ve lost until it’s gone.
They live in bliss
Because they forget tresspasses instantly
And they don’t recognize their own.
The beginning of bliss and freedom
Is forgetfulness and ignorance.
Every human
in this world
is misunderstood and misunderstands
we are no one thing
we are all things
we are no one way
we are all-ways.
Both
We need the one square inch of silence
As much as we need the noisemakers that disturb
And need letters written to them
From the protector of the Square Inch
All of it is needed
All of it is necessary
All of it is required.
Give Receive
Receive every thing
Life offers up
The amazing
The shitty
Simultaneously
Giving everything
A Tool
No mind is a fantasy
A fascination
Deliberation
Elimination
Eliminate the goal of no mind from head
For if no mind
You are dead
Instead know
That mind is a tool
And you use it when needed
However if it is always going
Always being used
You can never use it
When you really need it
If you never put it down
You can never pick it up
As if you let a friend borrow it
And they never gave it back.
Razors Edge
Eternally stand
On the precipice
Of knowing and unknowing
Holding the edge
Holding that line
And you will feel
Forever.
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