Thursday, November 29

Behind the I's

she's an unconditioned force
her thousand words, her spears and arrows
trampling over holy altars
she removes the veil of ignorance
she is life
hidden behind the eyes of a cunning sage

Wednesday, November 14

Lights Out

* * * * *
lights dim
clock strikes on loneliness
a quiet room is filled
with fading memories
of what has never been
all recedes
back into the darkness

Sunday, November 11


without the light projected, the pictures on the film-reel can't be seen.
without consciousness, there is no experiencing of the life scenes.
but from where... from what... does consciousness, beingness, emanate?

life is a light show... but who is doing the watching?

Thursday, November 8

...without end

The monkey is reaching
For the moon in the water.
Until death overtakes him
He'll never give up.
If he'd let go the branch and
Disappear in the deep pool,
The whole world would shine
With dazzling pureness.

~ Hakuin

* * * * *

waves rise and waves fall.
bodies come and bodies go.
all forms born are destined to die.
all things appear to disappear.
these are the facts of
construction and dissolution.
the cycles go on recklessly and mercilessly.
and their constant movement appears to veil,
the very thing that neither comes nor goes...
the very ocean from which all things come out of
and readily recede into.

to know the real nature of all that is here,
is to realize that nothing of value is ever lost.
to think that what you love and what you are...
is what comes and goes,
what is born to die...
is to have misunderstood this whole thing...

for in thinking in such a manner,
you have not yet come to know
the primal nature of

Saturday, November 3


the uselessness of words... of... writing... talking... is that they imply that there are two to interact, to relate... when all there ever is... is nothing... no one.... zero.

Baby Smiles as Meditation

You know when you're having a frazzled day and something pops up in your face to get you to slow down, get back to earth, and just remem...