Monday, April 29, 2013

Until the Time

So many search for the meaning of life
When all it is is to know how to be alive
We seek the feeling by doing stuff
The act of breathing's just not enough.

The act for pleasure is fun game
Until it turns to ball and chain.
There is another way to being
The trouble is it has been hidden.

If only we could melt and yield
To the spontaneous process of that which is.
We could dissolve the pain and anguish
That stems from dull and dimmed awareness.

The day will come when there will be
The process of life sought so tirelessly.
And then these words will have no weight
Until that moment, they are what I have.


Little Relevence

I don't have an answer, I don't have a meaning
For how these things came into being.
And even if I knew the point of origin,
Who is to say my life will not turn to poison?
What seems to have meaning is simply remaining
With eyes fully open and heart wanting sharing.
The devil might be working behind the dark screen
But what does it matter if magic's within?
And so I stay in my state of ignorance-
I think there's beauty and charm in being innocent.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Not Me

Maybe luck. Maybe pain turned to luck. Maybe work. Maybe grace through work. Maybe all of it. Maybe some of it. It doesn't matter. The thoughts are many. The importance is in the going. The importance is in the moving with it. The importance is in the staying in it. The rest will come. The rest will enter. The rest will be. I bow down. I feel alive. I thank the unnamed. It's not that I made it happen. It's not that I played a role. It's not I who worked the magic. I only came because there was no choice. I only came because of sorrow. I only came because the other road hit a dead end. The rains came. The storms went. The brush scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. Until the shine began to appear. Because the aim is to find the eternal glow. Because the aim is to be the wonder. Because the aim is to disappear for life to appear. And then to sprawl. And then to embrace. And then to hold and uphold. Until then, I bow down. In the depths of humility. 

Friday, April 26, 2013

Choice-less

I don't know why it's all so blurry. It seems like yesterday I felt the glory. Of being here in full bloom. All of me open, my all for them. The world's weight has been descending. The hammer's slam seems never-ending. I keep escaping the final blow. Yet only slightly. The tide's been low. To hide beneath and underneath is just a path to "I don't exist." A bigger vision must be sought. I'd like to fly with the flock of free birds. I'll learn the language of the few who stay afloat and see the truth. The world they lift as high as can be. And all rejoice in their company. 

I don't know why the candle's out. It took a while but it's at the burn out. A different track is to be found. That is my wish and my desire. To stand up tall, to smile broadly. The inside glow to be shown. To run on full at every moment. To stretch, to shine, and be the glory. I want to see the color red and every thing it manifests. The time has come. Transport arrived. I jump over the bump, closing my scared eyes. Direction unknown, the journey is yet to be shown. This must be done to find the fun in all of matters dubbed the intelligent design. And thus, I resign.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Support to Cherish

Born with talents at first unseen
And, seemingly, hidden within.
It takes nothing special to look at what is
As long as the veil in front has been cleaned.
But too many times the fog was too thick
And vision obscured as blindness set in.
This body, this shape, this foot, and this hand
Unable to move within all the constraints.
Confusion prevailed and reigned for a time
Then something appeared and turned on the light.
The brewing treasure has reached a new level
Of wanting to explode its fountain of true measure.
And while the time has been steadily sprinting
The yearning to glow cannot be defeated.
May all of life's forces unite and support
The mount of creativity ready to burst forth.

For the world to enjoy.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Process of a Process

A process. That's all it is. That's all it ever was.
A day will come when it crosses the finish line. It, too, aborts.
Until then, its engine's gears are on. In loud color and gigantic sound.
It wants to be worked out. It never seems to tire.
It might be called a tyrant if given full rights without bounds.
A process' wisdom is seen by few, perhaps in retrospect. The storm has blown through. No use in the regret.
Delicately treading in territory new. The older path's been worn. And sages? There are few.
The process keeps on beating with the heart that wants to keep up the singing.
What else to do but go with life's strange currents. With life's all and full blows.
It all unfolds itself in stages as it must. The process' life goes on. The choice is to keep up or remain in sandy dust.
That's really all there is. That's really all there was.
Lucky at doorstep of the hour when it all comes to a perfectly natural halt. When it all graciously dissolves.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Moving On

The grip is strong. All pores close up and close in. The sensation is that of insignificance and small existence. No word can be uttered. No sentence composed or thought expressed. Just the strong urge to hide. Somewhere far away. Perhaps the Himalayas. They say there is wisdom there. Something that could be of great utility at such a moment. Receptivity has been put on hold while old patterns have returned. Those tracks are deep. Only partly broken up. While all the turmoil is bubbling and hissing, the blissful scent of mother nature begs to be noticed. The jumping of ship from then to now and back to the past is rather exhausting. Armies of cells have long lost their steam. They are looking for the finish line. And yet, the tiniest of viruses causes havoc in the entire system. The time to slide out of the grip has come, if only breath would move and loosen the afflicted. Reaching to the outside as a key to opening the inside. Setting down the shield, revealing the frightened mover of the experience. It's time for it to dissolve into the vastness that holds it dear, for it seemed to have forgotten its place, its strength, its freedom. The pendulum is there to be grabbed. Swinging back and forth until stillness is what's known. Oh, it's so quiet here, and this is the place the seed may finally grow. 

Friday, April 5, 2013

Asleep


For those few moments of something magnificent, he's willing to prostate himself in insignificance.
Attached to the feeling of being enthralled by something that he cannot do alone on his own.
He's so alive and so engaged with his own need of fixing her mess.
Deluded with hope to find what is hidden behind a pretentious and dainty figure.
He sees what he chooses while she makes excuses
And makes her existence of angry abuses.
Both trapped in a dream of enormous illusion
That someone out there will hold the other in full inclusion.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

As One

Please forgive me for the intrusion.
I surmise it comes from a deep state of confusion.
The tentacles of far-reaching protrusion
Unconsciously seeking a life of inclusion.

The signs on the doors are often misleading-
A warning misread as something intriguing.
The ungraceful entrance might be the case
But hope's on the lookout for a warm embrace.

The search will be on despite false convictions
A need is much greater than any eviction
To be of the space that holds all of life
Through the resistance of such a great might.

And so please forgive me for the knock on your head
And please accept my wanting to help.
I am here together with you on this planet-
We could all potentially come together like magnets.