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.

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Barren Stones

advaita

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.

 

 

Between

 

 

Between where I am and where I wish to be


Is the measure of all stress


Between what I have and what I want


Is just a reason to impress

 

Between who I am and yet strive to be


Is the measure of this lie


Between what has been and is yet to come


Is a story into which we buy

 

Between that moment and the one not born


Is a world, stunning and free from strife


So I will sit and reengage


This mystery we call life

 

 

I Am

“I” am but a thought,
a loosely stitched patchwork of memories.
Frayed and gapped,
An illusion of my doing, the apparent sum of me.

Present to the world,
this gossamer veil of lesser truths.
Molded and shaped,
for the benefit of other eyes.

Tattered and worn,
threadbare, light cannot be shadowed.
From sleep filled eyes,
awake, now into the simple dawn I go.

Duality

 

 

Prescience, sensed, something seems

Held out of reach, patiently

Softest mist on the fringe of dreams

 

Whisper softly, again I may know

Days long gone, in silent groves

Lost between sky and earth below

 

Fragile touch, fear not, as I became

Apart, where once but one laughed

Heard or spoken, one and the same

 

 

So Simple

Rest now, relinquish
When to do is but a phrase
Weighed without consideration
Step smiling from the maze

Rest now, in silence
Where the world is but a dream
Fading tales without support
Finally knowing what it means

Rest now, remember
How simple a life can be
Stripped of lies that we are taught
Eyes open and free to see

Solace

1280X800 (wallpaper, Buddhism) Samsung Galaxy Tab

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chasing, desperately grasping,

A sense of lacking, all pervading,

Happiness, something to be lived up to,

Sought after, wrestled to the ground.

 

Looking outward, searching, elsewhere,

Waiting for the, “someday,” this present we bear,

Plan, wish and hope it may find us,

As if it were something to be found.

 

Battered and worn, fallen again,

Wearied and broken in sorrowful pain,

Rest gently now, within the silence,

What was never lost may now abound.