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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Gesture No.2

 

The swirling agreement

With the imagined other—

Only to find unity

Was always there.

 

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Free Form No. 9

Free Form No. 9

As if time is foreign,

The battle of speed—

But unity pervades all

In concept too—

Behold! Time fades

Into present act.

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The Singular Ground No.1

 
How far we walk
To arrive still here—

The impenetrable distance,
The immeasurable motion—

The spherical reality
And the cessation of time—

The silent chaos
And the life sharing laughter.

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The Singular Ground No.1 - 2021

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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