Are you striving
To be a certain way?
Do you wish
To appear specifically,
Presenting what you think
You should be?
Do surroundings mold
A fake “you”?
What is our base material?
Shifting, wet clay!
Viewing the Self Disintegrator (Poem)
The self, defined by its own illusions,
Captive of its core delusions.
Can you observe
The separate as intruder?
The possessing as alien?
With nothing to invade,
It becomes Dissolver.
Uneasy Quiet (Poem)
Blathering on
About silence and emptiness.
Libraries are filled
With volumes on oblivion.
Language continues
To spew forth.
Is profound nothingness
Intolerable to a self-mind?
Abstracting away from Nonexistence (Poem)
Oblivion, nothing, void
What absurdity!
We apply letters
To absence of all.
Pointing to emptiness,
Where does it land?
Obscuring inner silence,
Where are the words?