I could begin by effortlessly listening
Yet curiosity's persuasion asks:
If I go beyond what I am, will love lead the way?
To become is not the goal -
IT needs to BE
mind unbound
Governed not by time
Somewhere between sky and sea....
......silence is
the most beautiful of sounds!
I am diving out of sight
But am I the swimmer swimming?
The anchor sinking downward,tied to my feet… Is that mine?
Impossible
For I am.
feathers, slow-
ly
sink
inG
some place with neither ceiling nor floor.
(I replaced the peacock yesterday
When bright plumage was needed not anymore.)
This is not a poem; it also is not about me
It pertains to us: me and you
Realizing
then acting out
discovering a common truth
Know that the ego-serving beast is hungry
Harbored beneath this fragile hide
spawning from the ignorance of greed
and incubating in our false pride.
But we can stop it dead in its metamorphose
If we shed all remnants of bad pride
The self-induced choking will be stopped
And ultimately, we will survive
(Live and remember that the flesh, like desire, dies)
If I wish to no longer regress
I can begin by looking after you.
Start by starving any selfishness,
and putting the 'me' to rest.
This mentality will nurture humanity
a means to world-wide good health,
No heart shall be in poverty if we all share the wealth
Now, we are
the Ouroborus perpetuating
A being with no end
we can end the selfishness
Making ammends with our enemies
and turning, with them, into friends
Until we find us sharing one consciousness,
consider all as sod
little granules of special nothingness
all layed out here and there by God
We are the seedlings incubating.
In the soil realizing that we are nascent.
Pushing our tendrils slowly skyward
In yearning---begging (the heaven for a refreshing cry)
But until,
the end of before,
There are so many under so few
All wanting a better view
How sad that nations feel that they must compete
Craving to be the first ones to see the refulgence
Of the Sun!
There is no self in isolation, but perception often lies.
Reality is adulterated by the senses
It's no surprise that blindness takes root from out of our eyes
Close them now.
The past that was won't be now what is
Use your beautiful mind
to access the oneness
Outside of time.
Then you will awake from deep-set sleep!
And once you've made this quantom leap
A word of caution:
Don't try too hard to understand.
The purposes of life
Because life is for living
and not all the answers can be found in mental preoccupation
The more one struggles with what is
the more one sinks
Into the quagmire of the mind:
Quicksand of the hourglass
(not just another line)
We can interrupt the flow
and I think it is time
Freedom!
We hide in our cages
The security of a cell
Someone's heaven is another's hell
Traveling forward but moving nowhere
Totter 'round some wishing-well
But when we release everything
Everything is ours
And the state we call living is revealed for what it really is
Aspire
Ignite as fire
the silence that waits to be exhumed
Let actions manifest what's best
No plan and no demands
Just love.
Be it , give it , & receive it
with open arms
Take the silk and spin
Weave a web
create what's due
Let the light of dawn
Reflect the captured you
Then what remains is nothing short of
our beauty: breathtaking
All shoulders feather-light
Dynamic consciousness
Perpetually rhythmic and all-impacting
Linking everyone
because everyone is letting go
letting go of their every-things.
these symbols of something that is nothing
but an illusion.
So here we find each other
All plurality ceased
and we are inseparable friends
Of this planet, this universe; this reality
Never to be lost
Nothing needing to be found;
(also, no fear of headed up or down!)
Where the peace is ubiquitous
In the new present
that is the present
Of the here and now.
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