Listen, a change of sound,
a secret within,
slow murmurs of unheard songs,
unite suffering silence.
The stare within,
reflecting
a present emotion shattering
past experience;
casting patterns,
change form to non-being,
dies to live transformed.
I hold within, knowing not
deep within, captured
rises, bringing forth what is
living
to love,
a moment redeemed
time passes.
An entry
movement, rhythm wavering
through endless passages
I follow streams,
meeting of the river
flow with all
in trance
shifting, shaping the unknown;
sharing a vast world forgotten
in silent presence
now
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I journey through interior landscapes
exploring something hidden;
creating within
a vision
my body
co-existent and passing through
a world of reality and its manifestations
like and instrument played
within the dream
of the creator
I wander
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Writing these words for you
drown,
the whisper of drizzle
becomes soaked.
The ground becomes muddy,
the sense of my emotion
becomes a past.
I do not understand
Why it happens so,
though it is ever a new experience.
The reason why I express
A seclusion of something I experience,
A part played through an experience
I have not seen,
Though I keep it safely,
With tender care,
Without knowing what it is
I know not
I take it as though
it would be part of my own,
with care, now I look after
playing on other games
reminds me of you.
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Synchronization
Between levels of consciousness
The experience within the dream
the resonance felt within memory
I travel through
my sub-consciousness, my forgetfulness
a perception of reality
an experience of the dream
creation being
an act of inter-relationship
the opposites,
a revelation of the world
a patterning of perception
an interpretation of reality
a telling of ones own dream
telling ones history
through the present
into a future still unknown
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I woke up to hear the birds
in their world of solitude;
now piercing, now subdued.
sounds of crisp leaves
swept.
Children make small heaps
trees stand still
mist woven
slowly separates,
once again revealing
light colour.
My window opened,
a quiet tender chill
once felt never again realized
Distant people
sit
movements, sound now becoming
the breaking: thoughts fade
birds chitter, chatter,
children squabble in
the hustle and bustle
of a shattered silence
constructing the early hour
into what is to be this day.
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An infinite delight in being,
transcending transformation
an experience of reality
a realization
within
perceives
the infinite universe
Rhythm, movement, colour, texture
structure, forms and shapes
synthetic symbolic
representations
of light.
Happenings, events, processes
a cycle within the finite
community, environment, context
that which abides
diversity
Transmitting and mediating
an expression
expressing a union between
the one and all
being
In all things and in all
an awakening within the heart
to all that pervades
a transfusion
transformation
to that which is conscious
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so many feelings
trapped in this solitude.
Illusions of wonder.
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Why wonder
caught in this terrible
splendid ecstacy
of silent
journeying
passing within
darkness drowns.
The dazzling light
of the morning
soft and damp
from the gentle
rain, a cold wind
breeze
The warmth and closeness
of an inner wanderer
joyfully slow and reflective
realizing.
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These words drown
to hear the silent
soaked emptiness
of a feeling flowing
reflecting a moment
fresh brightly cleansed
within generated,
delight inspired,
I wait in openness
tearing thoughtlessness
nothing remains
beyond the ever present
fluctuating, ever moving
wondering wondrous state
of being in itself.
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Hush of wind,
blowing through crisp leaves
bamboos wave
the presence of life
felt within all
young bride carrying her new born child-
the becoming process of an everlasting
way of life
An uncertainty of me sitting here,
writing these words
not being a part of my life
a value, which is deeply a part of
what I understand.
Chirruping of birds
a meaningless dialogue,
becomes a part of what is here,
a meaning value of what I experience
The blaze cast by sunlight,
becomes a past of the cold winter night
houses remain isolated.
the individual, the village
Sitting here on the extended porch of a hut
I remind myself
of an experience
a puppy barks to its own pleasure
trying to bite it’s own tail
it is really its own thought
creating to make a part of its own understanding
of what it chases but never reaches.
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What is it that makes
this day so beautiful?
The slow murmur
The sun still not to be seen
To walk
Out into the open field
Wet soft and tender
dark
Under my sole
Into the morning light
That begins
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Days in silence
waiting unexpectedly
passes
and changes
as though unknown
into a space
realizing time, now
is never more than what
was will be
an eternally spent moment
transcends within
becoming an experience
again and again.
To forget and cleanse a memory
which is not what is
Forever
as though forgetting
that now is what is
forever;
to grasp and become
is a change,
to what will be
yet remain
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