Behind the Words - Part 3 of 3: Renewed Life

Renewed life—

Our mountain climb, 

No longer tinged

With acidic melancholy

And regretful dread

Of the state of the world,

But with true liberation—

 

Humankind as one,

Arisen from the shadows

Of blind strife and futile

Swipes, to the quenching

Abandonment of old rags

And infested slime—

Breathing anew—

Our primordial connection,

Now glowing with Life,

Never looking back

To dead memory

And sorrowful prison,

For this too has ceased

To exist. Its power retracted,

Now pulled and pushed

With the wild winds

On desert floors,

It floats around like 

Holy cloth disintegrating

Slowly into particles

So fine, again to dissolve in the great

Ocean of the cosmos.

A return to homogeneity,

Indeed are all condemned

To do. The inevitable end—

What has always been

And which is Now.

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Behind the Words - Part 2 of 3: Love Ends Strife

 

How then can we fight

Each other with eyes closed

And with uninspired fury,

Engage in endless dispute

And battles of horror and rage?—

 

With insight, so too

Does anger cease,

For the Self is removed

From the robot of evil,

That which was constructed

By it's own nature and material,

The material of thought,

The material of separation.

 

The arms do drop

In silent surrender.

The Love, not of words,

Not of direction—a vector!,

But of clarity and peace—

Of clarity and peace.

 

We embrace as friends,

Our global share—

We laugh with Relief,

The first and last Relief.

 

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Behind the Words - Part 1 of 3: That Which We Are

 

Even behind a condescending smile

Shines the Truth—

 

Behind the white or yellow teeth,

Behind a fit of insanity,

The rolling and gurgling brook

Swelling fast with heavy rain—

 

Then the senses are flooded too,

With premeditated propaganda,

Irresponsible or responsible

In design. The power of this media—

 

So engrossed we dive,

The instinct, magnetic,

We engage in a world of colours

And sound so bright and real—

 

The words, oh the words,

Abounding thoughts.

The endless waves

And rain does swallow—

 

Yet who is swallowed?

Not the victim to be sure,

For he is constructed

From these thoughts.

Like teeth eating teeth,

Quite impossible indeed—

 

Are we the Truth?

Our bright and shining Self?

The Watcher of the storm,

The Be-er of experience,

The Light of darkness—

 

Belief too gets flushed away

With thoughts,

As the old paint of uncertainty

Flakes off, revealing boundless

Space and timeless commotion—

 

How ironic! This Pure Absence

Has never been extinguished.        

How could it, when it is

Not material?

We already know,

This first and last truth,

How could we not?

For we are This,

And This is all. 

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The Impenetrable Field No.1

Basic Futility!
One rests in
Ironic glee—

The unsought terminus
Is upon one
As the pure stream
Resumes once more
Its unceasing readiness
To flow and heal,
Like Nature's movement
In the birds, the trees,
The wind, sky and sun—

Rest knowing
The Pursuits
Are in vain,
For the impenetrable field,
The Love, is unending and always
Here.

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The Impenetrable Field No.1 - 2021

 

Notes No.1

 

 

There is so much awe in a simple flower.

Life is beyond richness—

It's beyond the division

Of "the flower" and "the me".

In the act of looking

The object and subject

Are not, but there is only

The singularity of Act.

The divisive "reality of thoughts"

(The separative beliefs)

Is not the Truth.

It's imaginary, constructed,

Conceptual.

When the thoughts quiet,

The beauty flows in.

The beauty of a stranger

Walking along the path,

The beauty of a single falling leaf,

The beauty of a cloud

Moving between the sun

And the looker.

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The ugliness of expectations

Allows not room

For sweet appreciation,

Loving gratitude,

And a healthy heart.

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There is not anything

Quite as beautiful

As the exchange of smiles

Between two Loving

Individuals.

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Gesture No.4

 

Like a beach ball 

Softly bouncing down the stairs—

 

The quiet descent,

Of objects it did consist,

Yet the motion suggested

A distant field.

The colours revolved

Within the round,

A planar spectacle

From the world of depth—

 

The faint pulses

Beat out arhythmically

Upon the colliding

Potencies,

Introducing

The stadium of silence,

The deaf motion

Of a distant cloud

Drifting along

In the open sky.

 

The colours of the scene

Faded to a homogeneous

Luminescence—

A strange combination

Of stillness and motion,

Sound and silence,

Unity of space.

 

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Gesture No.3

 

Between time

The spaceless space

Permeates all

 

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