I’ve been planted into your cellsFrom the very first recognition of separationThe moment I taught you my nameSaid your nameWhen we turned into you and meDivided by an invisible borderThe paradise located somewhere beyondVague memory, diffuse vision Left aloneLost aloneIn time and space This world is your creationBut all emptyYou seek abundance in the voidCompletion… Continue reading Mirage
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Sunyata
No more nextno more tomorrowNo moreComes lightComes dawnComes darknessComes at all?Your eyesTiredI want to see, to know, to understandI want!Someone talking, someone remaining silentComing leaving passingAre you moving, are you moved?How much moreUntil it endsUntil I arriveUntil I get itRising is callingWhispering in your earJust one more stepOne more thingJust one moreMore FadingStructures, boundariesTime and… Continue reading Sunyata
Why if
Deep longingFor change, for liberation, for peaceYou know, the world could be a better placeIf only they wouldIf only you wouldOr NotDespair, smoothed by ambition and hopeWhy don’t they understand?Why don’t theyWhy do theyWhyDeeply carved into your mindThere is a solutionYou know the solutionIf only they’d wake upIf only I’d wake upIf only While life… Continue reading Why if
Diamond
volatile fluidSensationsHeaviness and lightnessdanceMerge indistinguishablyFalling through skywithout directionnothing above nothing below nothing beyondis there even sky?A world shattered fragmentsOneYouJoy painappearing holding IndiscerniblyAt which point does grief turn into bliss?Conditioning forms youLike pressure a diamondseemingly hard solid but exposedto light evaporating
When the mirror breaks
Suffering is at home in the belief of a separated self. It’s the belief that life as it appears is deeply wrong, that it should be different or better. It’s also the belief that life and all its sensations are owned personally, that there’s someone to blame, to take responsibility, to have choice, to be… Continue reading When the mirror breaks
n\one
Looking into the eyes,the first reflectionAnd the mirror cracksWhat you see crumblesImpermanence carves its scent deeply into growth and shape Reflection is a voidVolatile, undefined form, shimmering through the emptinessA mysterious fountain of nothing and abundance And from and in the voidNo one is talkingNo one can be heardNo message is sentnot even silence is… Continue reading n\one
Δ
Sometimes, it appears as the seconds of your life heading for their evaporation,then it feels like the life force pulsing vibrantly through every cell of your beingThe depth of the abyss meeting the peak of blissAnd a glimpse into nothingness and annihilation that feels like liberationBut you can’t get there, can’t get this There’s some… Continue reading Δ
How did I get there
I don’t know how I got thereIt seems like I didBut did I really?My memory is a storyNowAnd was it ever not one?Can the protagonist of this storyof any storybe anything other than a fictional character?Playing out conditioning How can you know that I am realWhen we live in each other’s imaginationSeemingly intertwined through perception… Continue reading How did I get there
Abundance
This is it, plain, raw and unseeable: the emptiness of all things, as all things, thoughts, sensations, appearances – seamlessly emerging and dissolving. Nothing and no one is separate from itself, never has it been: always a seamless stream of what is happening, phantoms and shadows arising and disappearing. Can you remember the beginning of… Continue reading Abundance
Tomb Diver
Life, meeting its fragmentationMeeting its unificationMeeting itselfWaiting for itself Being this immediate shape-shifting Looks like being bornAnd growingSometimes ThrivingSometimes BloomingSometimes CripplingWiltingDecayingDying LifeSometimes a mother who nurtures,then one that starves you,a father, that one time protects, another time abandons you Cries of lust and terrorSighs of pleasure and despair Life birthing death, death embracing life A… Continue reading Tomb Diver