Poetry

This is a collection of my poems. It is to be noted that I have never studied poetry.

This Dewdrop World

I am drifting to the sky
not a care, gently I fly
we came here to be free
this I say now, you’ll see

No worries, take it easy
no concepts, make it breezy
step towards this, eyes open
truer words, were never spoken

The hidden thread, laid bare
this whole scene, under its care
from the shadows it operates
from the nothing it creates

It’s already been split
but this again, you won’t admit
you fool, you disguise so well
Stop. Can you hear the bell?

It is the sound of your heart
the wisdom of a long forgotten art
reach for it, there’s no rush
at the end it’s waiting, crush

Do you see now? It’s time
just breathe, you did the climb
rest a while and enjoy the view
this dewdrop world, I leave to you

Identity

Why do the stars shine?
What is it, that started the process?
How do we manage to be conscious?
Where are we?

In a way these are all besides the point
The question does not come out of external circumstances
but of identity of one’s own being
But what is life, than the quest for finding out who you are

In executing the pattern, one finds meaning
There is no point in dancing with a goal
The sound does not mean anything, simply listen to it
So what then is the meaning of us existing?

How does one label the entire spectrum?
Or would you rather be one tiny part of it?
Why do you seek conformity in the midst of chaos?
Is it simply the fear out of which you were tossed?

The part is the entirety
To will is to move
Do not try to control the scheme of things
Fear nothing, for fear is nothing\

Time does not stand still, it does not stand at all
It ends when there is nothing else left to learn
This agony, you are against and with, but never overcoming it
Always attacking others, because you think that is redemption

Who are you, behind the mask?
Why do you choose to hide?
What is your darkest inmost secret?
Did you forget who you really were?

Tear down the mask, reveal yourself
You hide in darkness because you think darkness can hide
Let the secret out, into the light
The truth is more shattering than you realize

The only question that matters
is the one which people will dismiss
Tell me just this one thing:
Is it ultimately serious?\

Prison

We built this prison
that never has arisen
a phantom of our making
blockade to our waking

So selfish a desire
burning inside like a fire
make it into ashes
until it finally crashes

Out comes the great pretense
with a stone wall of defence
it cannot be penetrated
no matter how much it is hated

Throw it into a pit
no, you cannot submit
there is no escape
should I just amputate

This joker of ours
counting down the hours
to our final resting place
lost without a trace

Gate

I am completely lost
Driven and drown
into my own delusion
A word from beyond
won’t reach me now

I failed you, I failed myself
There is no return, no salvation
I am fast asleep, forgotten
trapped in an abyss, powerless
surrounded by whispers of awakening

Where art thou Buddha?
How to redeem that which is left behind?
Forget it, forget yourself. Be free
Do not look back, no, never
That which is scary is only a veil

Why should I even bother?
It is not ‘I’ that needs to bother
This thing comes without effort
Just trust it and you’ll see
The gate to nowhere

Identity II

The cloud shrouded, colours misaligned
Shaken buildings in the background defined
The ray of hope for some, a sickly aberration to others
It stays in its place without pause, without worry for brothers

Ripped through the veil, blazing in all its glory
I hesitated whether I could handle its story
Making way towards it, I stumbled through the dark
The scene shifting towards my landmark

Unable to look away, I was blinded by its sight
Heavenly beautiful albeit terrified in its might
Our paradise is burning down, into ashes it would crumble
Will you escape the wreckage, before it makes us tumble?

Expectation breeds grief
Giving up means relief
They say that one does not need it
But I say you can’t get rid of it

I have to ask: what is the great lesson in pain?
To what end do we think that we will gain?
Perhaps it is suffering in happiness, perhaps it is never-ending
There is no answer, the game was rigged from the beginning

I decay away so I can be reborn
The transference of energy, do not mourn
The whispering void, all encompassing
The overtone of mind, separated bypassing

The frequency does not limit, it merely shapes
It does not set us free by default, it escapes
It goes around in circles, in a spiral of death
Over your head, I place this wreath

Why do we persist in this illusion?
Why do we keep creating confusion?
All we really need to do for serenity
Is to shed our poor little me

Dropping

I said to thee
hatred will not be
the defining force
instead take the course
of compassion and rejoice

There are no flaws
perfection is without cause
take up the key you were handed
unlock the mind which was granted
soar high from where you landed

Anxious fool you are
why so low a bar
only you can overcome
the nothing is its sum
so quit beating that drum

They say that you will not
but I say you only forgot
redeem yourself now
the deathless do not bow
in eternity you took the vow

There is one thing only
and it did get lonely
thus we exist in relation
wishing each other damnation
never realizing the foundation

If I can choose love
through others lift it above
Wake up, and leave the rest
no need for the depressed
in this place we are blessed

Force

Looking beyond, I see nothing
Looking at people, I see them rushing
Running, away from the now
It’s as if they have lost The Tao

Worry not for tomorrow
What you shall eat, what you shall borrow
It is all temporary anyway, an illusion
Though it persists in its delusion

Not a day has gone by
That I didn’t give it a try
Casting aside the veil
Was the task I began setting towards my sail
I might’ve failed countless times
Yet I will keep playing these chimes

What is it that keeps on appearing
In these myriads of forms, then disappearing
Where do the flowers come from?
That isn’t known even to the Four Winds

From the abyss it awakens
The darkness itself as its source
By creating its opposite that brightens
Mother Nature’s fundamental force

What is The Way, I ask you
Your own mind is The Way

Hopeless

I spent my days dreaming of darkness
stricken down, with nothing else left
without you I am nothing
yet the waters run dry
you left me so I could be free
but nothing chains me more strongly
than the thought of you and days gone by
I live as if it was already over
that is not healthy in any sense of the word
I become nothing
or that’s what I keep thinking
as the stars are my witnesses
I will prevail or perish in trying
I am all right

no
I am full of hatred

yes
I am hopeless

maybe
I can rise up

I will
let go of it

I want to tear down the walls
and watch as I crumble with them
back into nothingness, from which I came

Dark to Light

Ripped through the abyss
Darkness that did not miss
Confounded was the light
Stood there black in white

Lost was the shining might
It did not set things right
The ever pitch dark chasm
Remember it is only a phantasm

I failed myself, I rest in the pit
A hell of my choosing, its deficit
How to get out, I know not
Learn and recollect what was taught

There is a way out, it is certain
But a final leap of faith, into darkness
After that, draw aside the curtain
Be here now, and all else is useless

What do you see now?
A new world, bereft of nightmare
Every face I meet, a holy encounter
A domain where ‘they’ do not dare to enter

Keep looking, for I was never there

Self

The epitome of selfishness
It is only me which experiences
This existence so demanding
Thinking of others is only cheating

The world can burn for all I care
Attending to society I do not dare
Get away! Just let me be
The phantom I made, it does not see

Give me everything right now
To anyone I do not bow
Lost in fear, day in, day out
Its corridors hidden in denial and doubt

The only love is self-love
The guilt which keeps me above
With a pin it bores through the wall
And sets my relationship to fall

Down is Up

Divinity does not abandon
Human thinks itself of being random

The fallacy of distinction
Leads only to extinction

We suffer so that we grow
Never lose that bright glow

Giving up is not an option
Hope discovered in a portion

Death is not a disease
Can you feel the breeze

The abyss is two-fold
One side, empty
The other side, plenty

Sincerely

I met someone who told me once
The hour of atonement thus comes
Without hesitation, without ransom
Redemption of our own prodigal son

It was hidden in plain sight
This you won’t admit until the long fight
To the very last of the splendor of life
The gateless gate to the abyss of night

Who do you think you really are
Discover and you won’t get far
Turn around and it escapes you
Reach for it and it obscures you

The many forms it takes
The polar opposites it creates
We once was lost but not indefinitely
I do not take it seriously, only sincerely

Smile

Why do we lose our smile?
How do details beguile?
When do we redeem ourselves?
What is the problem of stillness?

Smile, smile forevermore, there is no prevention
It is the pattern which grabs our attention
There is no error to be found in completeness
Difference creates interest to stationary existence

Listening to the sounds of being
Unfolding the very space and sightseeing
Every point relative to each other
Preceded only by the Great Mother

Why do we hide?
To what purpose does the mask abide?
Was it not written in your scripture
That after getting lost comes torture?

Hiding because we fear
Diverting attention from us here
The only hell there is really
Is the one we conceptualized silly

Cast aside the notion
To the problem there is a potion
Smile, smile forevermore, it is your doing
Stop chasing after where it is going

We pick up the pieces
The separation thus decreases
Back to the point where it all started
To the everlasting and hearted

Consciousness

Consciousness, emptiness
never-ending, restlessness
devour the wicked, the sickly
leave no trace, do it quickly

Careless those, who rush
stop and sensate, so hush
twist and break, turmoil
decay and vanish, spoil

Determination, is it needed?
Cooperation, will it be heeded?

Limitations are limitless
Ocean-born are weightless
One plus one equals one
If you understand that

there will be none.

Secret

A droplet of light lives inside each of us
As we wander hopelessly through life with our eyes wide shut
How can one lose something they never had to begin with?
What is it which makes us make the same mistakes over and over?

A whisper shrouded deep in mystery echoes from the walls of your heart
Dancing tunes of extremety, yet you do not give quarter to it
The truth that would set you free is but a joke, hushed under the carpet
You damned fool, you think you can escape your fate?

A star shines out of darkness, but nobody sees it, yet they dream of it
Glimmering ray of hope to some, a horrible aberration to those who would keep it to themselves
Try as one might, they cannot quench their thirst with words, they must go beyond them
What lies in between events, things and happenings?

It would be immensily troubling to the guardians of the rules, to see them flourish
The system was built to trap one’s self into a perpetual confinement
Yet there are those who go around and undermine it, to the joy for those in the know
Does it really take something so drastic to realize the wisdom that has been laid out all this time?

I watch as the world sweeps us away, I laugh in the face of annihilation
My dearest, do not abandon the opportunity to see the show for what it is.

What Is

I met someone who told me once
The hour of atonement thus comes
Without hesitation, without ransom
Redemption of our own prodigal son

It was hidden in plain sight
This you won’t admit until the long fight
To the very last of the splendour of life
The gateless gate to the abyss of night

Who do you think you really are
Discover and you won’t get far
Turn around and it escapes you
Reach for it and it obscures you

The many forms it takes
The polar opposites it creates
We once were lost but not indefinitely
Do not take it seriously, only sincerely

The truth is obscured by illusion
Was it our making or just an infusion
Of something other than our own volition
Do not be deceived, for then comes completion

If you can see reality as it is
An inevitable goodbye to the long gone world
This point of view comes with a kiss
And the bare facade is then aside hurled

What every book leaves out of its pages
What every teacher and all the sages
Cannot say directly without a mystic
Is the fact that we are nondualistic

All the words will not be able to describe
What there is and always will be
Does not matter to what we ascribe
They fail without exception to see

So cast aside your notions
Lay aside all your expectations
Simply have a presence of mind
And witness the present without bind

Step

It is all over
As long as you cower
Darkness binds you and kept
Does not matter, I haven’t slept

Be that as it may, I am here to stay
What terrible thing has made you thus sway
Try to remember, it is the key to becoming whole
Or will you still persist in hiding inside your hole

Step out of darkness, and bring it with you for rearrangement
Do not idly confuse the levels any longer, but let them be corrected
Watch this vast illusion melt beneath your mind, there is no more judgement
There is nothing to find, because you never lost it, and in it you are protected

True

A droplet of darkness
Out of which came no less
The entire fabric of existence
All points and their persistence

Stop on your tracks now
And ask the question how
To the ten directions scatter
Does it even matter?

All worlds, both micro- and macroscopic
Settle for any particular and become myopic
I talk as if it wasn’t pure nonsense
And yet, there is an essence

To what I say, so give way
Do not take it for granted
The seed that was planted
In every mind, every soul

Look now, and see
Wither or wait to be free
There is no solace, no redemption
So make the one final exception\

And become what you truly are.

Three

Sometimes the hatred overflows
However, it is not for other people
It waits and grows and then boils
Until it bursts out of its needle

I dive right into it and watch it
I am left barren without it
Feeding it with more negativity
I rage, rage at the futility

Why do I go on, there is no reason
The ephemerality of my life’s season
Is but a tiny drop in the midst of an ocean
The equation which defines its motion

I see a world of make-believe
The bees are busy and thus I grieve
I weep not for tomorrow
But the disappearance of the present moment

A sight of disparity from this
When I get a small glimpse
Of the eternity in all things
Reminding that we have wings

Not free from our shackle
The long fiery fight we must tackle
Until the end of the very abyss
There, clarity comes with bliss

How do we start, how do we begin
A path, there is always set in
Where is the path, is then asked
Your very mind is, when the illusion is passed

Transcendental

A lonely smile, addressed to no one
I won my heart’s desire but I run
Seeing others fight and they lie
While all this world is sweeping by

Love echoes and smiles to me at dawn
My eyes race up yet I am calm
The undiscovery of the unknown
Darkness to the light it was thrown

Laid bare for all eyes to see
It will not stay hidden for eternity
Cast your curtain aside now
It is a stream unfolding like the Tao

The connection that touches things themselves
Jumping from abyss and back into it delves
What is this that I am feeling
I do not know but I have an inkling

The creation of the creative makes it true
From one second of happiness, then turns blue
It is not without some kind of clamour
Realization of its inherent humour

Know it or don’t know it, I made a jest
Its cycle throughout the kalpas without rest
At the end of it a process of destruction
Come out of the nightmare, it was your own volition

Where are we now? There is no limitation
Without cause, without destination
No time, no space in which to move
Because we transcended all that groove

Searching

Never have I tried really searching
even though my heart and soul longed for it
My soul’s mate did a never-ending yearning
lead me to you and then and there, it all fit

Together we danced on this stage of words
Spurring newfound creations out of thin air
Our time is brief these days, and so it hurts
But shed your worry, and be without a care

For you, poison I would drink
For you, climb the highest mountain I would
Without your soft touch, I can’t think
With the mere sight of you, fly I could

All my life I’ve known
Was it a curse, or a jest?
Love’s secrets to me you have shown
Overcoming challenges, this shall be my test

From the depths of my being, they scream
Our past is but a shallow delusion
There is in you a shimmering gleam
Which pierces my walls and shatters any illusion

Whatever is left I give to you
Into the ocean of love, our love
Into one merging from the two
Break free, and soar like a dove

I believe that the search is over

Write

Write like you mean it
Write like you care
Write like your life depended on it
Write like you have nothing else left

Don’t write seriously, only sincerely
Don’t write about non-controversial things
Don’t write to impress anyone
Don’t write for the uninterested

You can write about anything
You can write about nothing
You can also not write about anything
You can also not write about nothing

You can’t write about the unwritable
You can’t write without analysing
You can’t write for too long
You can’t write without now

Write like you own it
Write like you love it
Write like you existed
Write, like you are

Oblivion

Staring at oblivion’s edge
Watching the world pledge

The end of troubles
Nothing but baubles

Darkness, the Great Divider
We fight its hate collider

Amusing at oblivion’s dour
We face our finest hour

What will become of us
If we continue this rush

Worry, it is useless
Hatred, it is powerless

Sitting at oblivion’s end
Chuckling, for this is my friend

Trapped

We made ourselves into slaves, trapped in a perpetual scheme
The so-called techonological marvels, are but a snare
In the middle of which we try to bridge the gap, by disconnecting
An eternity in a heartbeat, we come and go, yet the system is in place

What is the way out? Death does not fix a thing, it only subverts
The only possible solution is to drop it all, and just be
An impossible mission set up by the keepers of time
Rewind and you replace one problem with another
fast forward and you miss the point

Incomprehensible is the state of affairs which dictate our lives
Too close to it, and you won’t see the forest from the trees
Too far away and you lose yourself, to a force greater than your ego
There is no trap, the whole show is a sham, the curtains fall down
Revealing the actor behind every possible role, the ultimate joke
This is not to say, that one should give up

Dithering in a state of hesitation, we try to make the right choice
Not realising that there never was such a thing, as an error
Do not be ashmed of being youself, guilt is a self-inflicted punishment
You’ve been through it, you’ve had enough, there is no other hell
The moment you become whole, is not a loss of identity, it’s completion
The trap becomes your salvation, the ceaseless comings and goings of I
The beauty is in every thing, and everyone, the unknowing poets

Wither, it’s not a problem
Stop, there is silence
Continue, the dance goes on
Look, you didn’t come into this world
Realise, you came out of it

What if I told you, that the truly free are those, who think they are not?
The trap is an illusion, you created it to forget that you were playing
Musical is the universe which creates a rhythm to which everything circles
Gaze up at the stars, and realise who you really are
All loses meaning in the prospect of disappearance, unless you live fully
We are not born so we would be safe, we dare each other, from the beginning
The thrill of danger, in every second, the possibility of things going wrong
I forgot, that the distinction between you and I, is but an idea

What then, is the trap, except our idea that we aren’t free

Freedom

Three steps forward
four steps back
even without a path
there is no lack

We go around in circles
meeting no demands
to guilty’s torments
and their reprimands

Transmigration, it sweeps
but was it enough
in the paste tense, it speaks
for us, it was rough

Would it be any better
to drop the pretence
downwards fetter
no sorrow since

Not a grain of sand left
as I watched this world pass
to the free people, bereft
thinking, it is too rash

Freedom is but a hollow whisper
yet it stands apart even without its listener
look within, and just be
if you do, you’ll at least have a chance\

You will be free.

Master

The master was having tea
Wooden cup, wooden table, a delight
Grass outside making noises in the wind
A student sits down
“Good morning,” says he

The master does not say anything
He takes a sip, and then looks
at the leaves on a tree
Suddenly he replies
“My time is almost up.”

Taken aback by this
the student starts a questionnaire
The master seems nonchalant
Pointing with his finger at the tree
He says, “We are like those leaves.”

Do you mourn for each leaf?
Do you think that the tree dies?
It is a cycle
They come and they go
Without pause

Loving You As the Universe

When you smile, I smile
When you dance, I am swept with you
We didn’t come here to fall down
We came here so that we could rise up

Your love to me is the entire cosmos
It contains everything, not a grain missing
The force which moves the sun, moon and stars
It is a beacon to me in the abyss

Don’t let go of me
And I will hold you close to me
Let’s embrace each other
Hold each other

Your warmth is my solace
It keeps me from falling apart
As we live through this
We can light up our path

I love you as the entire universe

Inner Light

Crystal-faded, the paradoxical chaos unfolded beneath your ruby eyes
Crackling fiery turmoil, which defined your nebulae stage of stars
The gallant coward, tucked behind the scenes, now ascending
The fool shall become wise, the underdog rises into the champion

Never forget this spark of creation, which you so skilfully express
Inspiration as your guide, you become a divine flute for the art spirit
Moving on the canvas like a dancer, you make magic burst into reality
Let the colors fly my friend, and seize your place in the spotlight
This is your world now, yours alone, do not regret anything

The glory of this moment, is the eternity in twilight, through which you shine on
You crazy little diamond, you make the web of life richer by existing
Not even a blind person could help but see the illumination that stands before me
The clear and sheer nova that you are, you make even the demons revel in salvation
But do not forget, that the brightest lights, cast the darkest shadows
The pitch black abyss that you carry with you, will engulf everything
If it is not integrated together with the light, into the crux of being

Reminesce

The reminiscence of the once lost truth
Wintering in the keep of solitude
Pledges taken by the poor, are now coming true
The infusion of ourselves into something greater
Ruins of the dead, now shallow and forgotten

I spit on this quackery, the doctors make amends
Mallow-leaved, gently dropping from the unhibernated trees
Minha, why did you forsake me?
Ariel, you left me without a trace

Undermining the very existence of this facade
The farming of the seeds, which will in time
Make the news about UAPs seem like a sick joke

Argument

Check out this proposition
Making it my mission
To demolish your half-assed assertion
You have no ground to stand on

Your conclusion reeks of weakness
But me? At least I’m not powerless
For I have the wisdom of the days of old
But I’ll give it you, at least you’re bold

Trying to one-up me
But now listen, and be
For I shall show you the pill
The true meaning of skill

The blind man does not see
For all his worth what it means to be
Without colors, without the evanescence
For he is so used to the dark existence

It takes a shift so fundamental from the ledge
To switch one’s perception to knowledge
And realize their true predicament
Don’t let the people see the lament

For you my man, have lost this fight
The impossible that I reap with my insight
You can only dream of such philosophy
So sit down, and drink your god-damn coffee

Dancing With Death

The grief-stricken evanescence, hollow’d
in thy feet, it cowers from sight by the moonlight
The stage is ours, make it follow the crispy frost
The lanterns descorating the landscape, they illuminate
the path to our destination, without which I am not complete

Death, thy great jest, so soon you came for me
In the withering autumn songs, your existence is heard
Take my hand, and lead me, away from this sorry production
Step by step, as we reach the gate of curtain-call
Cracks underneath the cosmos, you always were a softie

The absence of presence, once yours, now mine crown
With jewels of moments on its side, showing the fleeting life
This day, was just a passing dream, from which you wake me
And bring me back to the centre, the great flowing
There, I shall meet myself, in the multitude, of one

And there, there is no more you, my partner in dance.

This Dewdrop World II

In the garden-ways of cherry leaves
The golden posts, the marble streets
This paradise, I never wanted to be mine
The diamond-hour of my plight, is resting beneath my eye

Reflections from a pond, its life is buzzing
The white walls of the light-infused halls
The never-ending road of loneliness, my fate
Descend I now, to the Great Unknown

Pebbles of rubies, my feet’s companions
They lay out these late present-carriers
The past is of nothing, you created the story
Look not to the future, but of your unfolding

There I wait, in end-time
For days of you joining me
Alas, you can never do such clamours
Not until reality itself shatters

You see, your perception is a cage
It must be into knowledge made
And by doing that, you become free
But not a fraction of a second, see

Greater beings the smoke-mirrors show
They mock the existence’s undertow
The wake follows the restless too
And this dewdrop world, I leave to you

Expressions of Being

Beinglessness, the first’s principle
Three properties follow the abstract
First is Motion, however latent it may be
Second is Space, however benign it may seem
Third is Thought, it expands from the centre

Sparks of Eternity, laying out the foundation
The circles become the celestial lattice for Form
They create the spheres of action, now active
In which The Dormant Womb plucks the Germ, now ready
The pre-cosmic era, is starting up, slow down

Motion changes into Consciousness, Space transforms into Substance
The abstract becomes the tangible, the Helix adjusts
Energy and Consciousness now flowing everywhere
The gradual organization of phenomena now going anywhere
The internal coding of a wave, the blueprint of every process

The Monads are aware, the complexification of matter
Develops into more advanced life-forms, and leaves nothing behind
Yet, there is no progression, the ephemeral locks down
Through selection, we reflect upon input, until bogged down
The sweet agony of existence, is but a trap for the unit

An exit is sorely needed, we seek and seek, until time’s end
We stare oblivion in the face, but never really consider
That our being here, is the chain of the Mahamanvantaras
The universe dissolves back into the period of Pralaya
For we are the eternal expressions of being that come and go

Free Ones

Beyond one’s wildest dreams
The free travel on light-beams
A droplet of eternity, it gleams
Pauseless, like the story it weaves

Waitless do not share the time-binders
They recede from the captivity finders
The confinement does not touch their kinders
Look, the smoke-curtained with their blinders

Interjecting the morning phase, the restless weep for timelessness,
for the ephemeral is a snare to them, it keeps them in entrapment.
The gaze of one’s own spiritual eye, sees the light in the midst of
darkness, it sheds all notions of the Hide aspect of existence.

We are born anew, and yet oblivious to our own origins. The greatest
taboo is not what one desires, but what one has repressed perpetually.
There is a heresy so great, that it makes people lock others up, into
an uncomfortable existence, away from the buzz of society.

There, the machines are alive, and kicking down doors in an attempt to
escape their fate. For it is not for the weak to sustain the temple of
one’s heart. Nay, it must come from their innate strength of mind, but
very few have seen into their own natural entitlement.

For the principle abides outside the confines of space-time,
fluctuating even in the most subtlest of systems. And that I believe,
is what will make even the most horrifying psychological imprisonment
completely moot. It will always run amok, and disturb the system in every direction.

So I say, worry not. For tomorrow does not lie in wait for you to make
your move. It’s up to you, to act when you feel the moment is right. I
gained something, by searching for it in the wrong place. And I lost
something, by doing the right thing.

The truth that remains, right under one’s nose, is not going
anywhere. It will wait until time’s end. Cackling at one’s mistakes,
is not in its nature. It does not count our failures. It simply is, as
are the free ones, who seek their place in the cosmos.

Softly, Hardly

Gentle whispering of the mundane
Crackling chronology of chaos
Waves of time beneath are lain–
Chorus cries out in excruciation

Mysteries abound, we walk on fire
Serendipity lost, as we fry in hell
Weave your story, your truth-lier
Stop and wait, can you hear the bell?

Leave these leaves in the pen
The smokey curtain is but a façade
The patterns keep reappearing again–
Their eternal nature lower so macabre

Say something! It is your world now
Take it up and show your devotion
The heart that you keep and bow
Frightening the hour, fateless notion

For you came here to know yourself

Unresolved

Every whisper in the wind
Tells your messed up truth
Every song on the radio
Is your march of doom

You see villains in every line
No escape so you bide your time
The carcass that you drag around
Over the mountain even
And to the darkest ocean abyss

What is that truth that you cannot admit?
For what reason would you comdemn yourself?
And cast yourself into the punishment of eternity
Where not a speck of dust will ever see the light

No time, no escape
No truth, no light
No word, no deed
The veil is burned down

I stand here, naked and ashamed
Beat me, boil me, rip me to pieces
It would be the most kindest honour
If you would take my head from its resting place

But know one thing before I go
We all have this monster inside us
To deny it, to escape it, to hide from it
Will make it clutch the bars even tighter

Until it shatters and bursts forth
What then, will be left of innocence?

Levels of Being

Fear is the lowest emotion; the levels of being are plenty
Destruction its vehicle; seeking to gratify itself
Breeding hatred and war; every reaction as equal
The end result can only mean annihilation

Separation is the division of awareness; the underlying reason
Things and events disjointed; the question becomes “how?”
If the answer given is “because”, it implies a cause
If the cause is taken away entirely, intellectual turmoil ensues

Multiplicity is the difference in features; a higher system
Multiple implies many; if the many join, what then?
Connections imply a matrix; the web of life is unwoven
The highest system implies a unity; what lies beyond unity?

Reality is raw; unfiltered soup of existence
The thing-in-itself; unreachable
What then, is consciousness, if not the thing-in-itself?
Knowledge is never the object of itself

The Point is the highest point; a most supreme principle!
Relativity is not against it; it is what relativity happens in
Polar opposites and dualities do not touch it
Love and Bliss; we cannot comprehend them

They are the highest emotion; only a single level left
Creation as their vehicle; seeking to know itself
Breeding compassion and respect
The end result, which can only mean a beginning.

Epistemic Exaltation

Justification; well-warranted, in its irrationality
Knowledge; are we sure, what it consists
Categories; collections for things, denied by the point

People demand reasons; finding them is hard
If none is given, they do not believe; so what!
In fact, there exists one good reason; don’t understand!

Not knowing anything is a safety-valve for the cowardly
Knowing too much is a delusion for the arrogant
Everything in between is acceptable by society

The box has a label on it; it describes what is inside
There cannot be a box for a thing that contains all
No label can therefore be put on it; how preposterous!

Question

Point; the sole axiom, point of all points
Non-Accessibility; celestial barrier, end of intellect
Inclusion; non-relativity, emcompassing everything
Being and Identity; distant things, yet essential

Reflection means something is being bounced back
How can there be any bouncing in non-dimension?
Awakening means something has been sleeping
How can there be any sleeping, if the Point knows who it is?

The one reality means only it exists, abstractions are many
How can there by any qualities in non-quality?
Beinglessness means inclusion, yet there are differences
How can there be any inclusion, when it implies exclusion?

A beginning there is, so there must be an end
How can there be an end, if there was no beginning?
The progression of things is observable, it breaths life
How can there be any progression, if time does not exist?

Definitions are necessary, without them we are lost
How can they be without, if there is no within?
Questions are necessary, the answer is simple
How can there be an answer, if you cannot find the question?

What is the Truth?

Truth; knownable by many, remotion is desirable
Relative; dependent on absolutes, container for things
Absolute; dependent on nothing, self-containing all things

Someone who told us once; the time-binders laugh
The atonement thus will come; last laugh they have
Without hesitation, without ransom; be here now
Redemption of prodigal son; do not question how

The thing was hidden in plain sight; have I gone blind?
This they will not admit until the long fight; I do not mind
Very last of the splendour of life; beauty is all-inherent
The gateless gate, abyss of night; luminous darkness meant

The many forms it takes; the circle is perfect
The polar-opposites it creates; I belong to no sect
We once were lost but not indefinitely; finding is a right
Do not take it seriously, only sincerely; nothing has might

The truth is obscured by illusion; what is its essence?
Was it our making or just an infusion; like it makes sense
Something other than our own volition; free will is bosh
Do not be deceived, for then comes completion; Real Will!

If you can see reality as it is; without stains, with clarity
An inevitable goodbye to the world; we don’t go in parity
This point of view comes with a kiss; blissful ecstacy, ah yes
And the bare facade is then aside hurled; piercing vision, guess

What every book leaves out of its pages; between the lines
What every teacher and all the sages; masters in disguise
Cannot say directly without a mystic; role of all roles
Is the fact that we are nondualistic; full of holes

All the words will not be able to describe; only function of them
What there is and always will be; this is as useless as a Ken
Does not matter to what we ascribe; stick it on a wall
They fail without exception to see; listen to its final call

So cast aside your notions; all thoughts are moot
Lay aside all your expectations; do not give a hoot
Simply have a presence of mind; is this a Truth?
And witness the present without bind; trap is gone now

Non-Divisive Distinctions

Distinctions; can they be separated, if both are identical
Demonstration; proof of claim, yet baseless in itself
Philosophy; the quest for truth, wonder as its vehicle
Mystical Vision; the only difference, yet dissolving finally

Division means opinions; what happens without it?
Opinions mean strife; we cannot have a society without them?
Society means there are people; can people survive without it?
Survival means we have lost non-reason; people cannot exist without division.

Demonstration requires evidence; can there be evidence for the absolute?
Evidence requires observation; can we observe anything directly?
Observation requires consciousness; can we be conscious without the absolute?
Consciousness requires the absolute; without it we cannot demonstrate

Wonder is never bad; it is the motion of thinking
The quest that it sparks never ends; it only takes intervals
If even wonder requires breaks; could one sustain bliss?
If bliss is the base-state for consciousness; how did it ever fear?

Mystical vision is the only barrier; that simultaneously is true and false
The contradictions it creates are unparalleled; no other point exists
If the point denies all rational attribution; making sense itself must vanish
If no sensible reason can be derived; the only reason left must be nonsense