Poems

Assumed boundaries
delineate the individual mind:
the fortification of the self.

Are you the enemy
and friends beyond?

A collective mind unveils
a continuous reality.

No inside nor out,
no protector nor protected.

Safety and danger identical.
Do we know the difference?

Learning many things
leads to knowledge of the world,
certainty about falseness.

Unlearning is the path
to a realistic confusion.

Not knowing the greatest secrets
are accurate admissions.

How should lowly humans know?
Why would we?

Grasping for inner emptiness
emanates from dense chaos.

While striving for mind silence
you declare to the Universe,
“I must escape my screaming thoughts!”

Look deeper.
Peer beneath to find:
a “you” which possesses thoughts,
an assumed individual
clinging to a mind without origin,
suffering the assumption
of owning repetitive sentences.

Seeing the truth of no self
pulls the drain plug,
dissolves the torture dam.

An individual arises,
automatically splitting
into aggressor and condemned.

In one moment
the judge appears,
a different self on trial.

Arising together,
they exit the same way.

Merging again,
revisiting peaceful unity.

Prove yourself right.
Judge others wrong.

New learnings
negate both.

You are homogenized,
correct and misguided
at once!

Can you restore sanity,
accepting insight
and cluelessness together?

Fully this,
completely that,
admit reality.
We oscillate
between partials.

Shift opinions,
or suffer
an eternity
of correctness.

Be rigidly righteous
and fighting the world.

Or, flow while yielding
to join living sanity.

Our star nourishes
our world’s life history.

Why do we ignore it?

Earth spirals after it,
an obedient follower.

We blink on
and off its surface.

Sun takes great joy
to incinerate you
and your worries.

Assuming outcomes
is time travel
in non-reality
of the mind.

Our future,
completely unanticipated.

It approaches,
never following expectations,
indifferent to our thoughts.

The disobedient experience
hastily passes.

For such a collection,
an anonymous writer.

Without a person,
no longer a self.

Placing the individual
on a shelf.

Walking empty,
existing free.

Seeing counterfeit me.
No longer sensing thee.

“My” traits, “my” flaws
Now they are this,
soon to be that.

These possessions float by,
carried on experiences.

Rest and observe
their passing
from the shore.