Change Is Inevitable

I would like to thank all of my follower’s for taking the time to read and follow this blog. I have decided, reluctantly, to take this blog down as I feel there is quite a lot of overlap with my primary blog, “Through The Cracked Window.”

I invite all who have found this blog to be worthwhile to visit the aforementioned collection of poetry with the hope you may find some words of interest there.

Many of the pieces posted on this site are also on the primary site, along with a great many more.

Again; thank you all for your support as I continue the path Beyond The Cracked Window.

Warmest regards,

Stephen Allen.



Here’s The Thing

Thing Is

Peace is, of itself, never sought nor found
Not the peace of politicians the contented, the seekers

Never to be contained, boundless beyond time
Unborn, unformulated, no thought nor reason

All the weight of the earth and everything upon it
It is this and more than the heavens beyond

The search; ah, the search, from a memory
The dream of man must cease for peace to be

The Message

Under a pierced ink sky he arrived,
immaculate messenger of man,
lives run their course,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

Upon a Lotus he arrived,
immaculate messenger of man,
his words inspired those who could listen,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

From Mecca the prophet spread the word
yet another messenger of man,
peace and harmony he taught,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

So many messengers, one solitary message,
and still we fail to hear.

Barren Stones


Upon this path of barren stones I have chosen,

crowded by many, apart and part, yet solitary.


The search… ah, the search, that which is unspoken,

a thought, imagined, oft believed, less than momentary.


Reality arisen, already dead in thoughts delay,

grasping the ungraspable, as dreams in the dawn.


Quietly breathe, shh… nothing more to hear or say,

nothing to think, nothing to do, let the veil be finally drawn.



You And I


Stunning as a late blooming Dahlia

You gleamed, iridescent glory

Soft mist upon upturned petals


Beckoning, impossible to ignore

I could not, I did not

Together as one we stayed


Untouchable in our world

Dark storms brooding, we rode

Unbridled, beyond time and pain


As all things, seasons will change

The early chill became the cold of dawn

At first the slow wilt left unnoticed


The nights freeze pulling ever downward

As one becomes two once more

For now we sleep, to dream of spring




Harbinger of mercy; grace not my path
That I would live in truth, without measure
Divested of deceit, unveiled in knowing

Harbinger of mercy, steadfastly refrain
That I should know, that which is naked and raw
Pain as pain, joy unbound

Harbinger of mercy, stay fast thy hand
That I might accept, all things untouched
Multiplicity as stolid singularity

I Am?


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“I am THAT within which all things arise.”

This is my new daily reminder. My essential Being is pure, unbiased Awareness, in which my mind, body, others and world arise.

Only last night, while reading in bed before sleep, I finally and clearly realized that “I” can see the world, others…every thing, as apparent and “separate” objects. These things, “I” see, also include my own body, (I can and do see my hands, legs, etc., as apparent objects with attributes), and I also am fully aware of my own thoughts and, senses, perceptions and emotions. Aware, as that I can “step back” and look or think about them as objects as well.

The one thing I cannot “see” as a separate object is this ever present Awareness that lets me see, feel, experience or know these apparently separate objects. If I could somehow “see” this Awareness then the thing that was able to see Awareness would in fact be Awareness and in a way this is what is actually happening. “I “Am Aware of this always present Awareness but I think this “I” is in fact still Awareness, so, in true reality Awareness is aware, or seeing itself, which constitutes the primordial constant and ever present Knowing that has been with me always.

If I think back to when I was a child I can see myself then as a youngster but if I really recall in deep detail I also recall the sense of knowing or existing, “Awareness,” that was present and which, all these years later, is exactly the same, without sense of age, location, situation, etc.

The true sense of “I” Is the reason we often do not feel like our chronological age, like we are still as young as we ever were and are often shocked when we look in a mirror and almost don’t recognize our own face.

We are not that face. That face is simply part of an “object” that Awareness seems to be housed in and which we have come to believe is who we truly are. In doing so we ourselves have created the inside outside dichotomy of Duality complete with Subjective and Objective poles in which we ourselves believe and are trapped.

Awareness is Everything, all apparent “objects” arise within Awareness and are in fact created by Awareness, part of Awareness and consist of nothing but Awareness, all objects, body, mind, others and world.

There never was any separation.