SEEKING

The seeker
Is seeking
His own face.
But what if
That face does not belong to him?
If he is no-thing
What can he possess?

Material malfeasance
Projects grandiose illusion.
Iconoclasts
On the edge of redemption
Fall for Ego's sake
And all disillusionment dissolves
This disintegration
A permanent impermanence.

Begging at the feet of Truth
We realize
Our eyes
Are the eyes
That are seeking
And seeing
That all we seek
Or have sought
Or will seek
Has already been found.

In The Center

I am
The observer
And
The observed.
In the interlacing
I trace lineage
Ancestral visage denounced
Circular cycles dissolve
Absolve the crisis.
Conceptual conundrums crack
Dualism retracts
Linear time
Flows backwards
Perhaps upwards
Perhaps nowhere.
All is here
In the center
This moment
Is all there ever was
Stand still.
Be still.
Breathe.

ALL WORDS FAIL

In this pleasure
I understand my pain
Hell is the place
Where Heaven reigns.
A lifted veil
Lends to a
Closed mouth.
All words fail.
The pinnacle of salvation
Is the point
Where shadows
Fade into light
And light transmutes
Into the darkest night.
In this pleasure
I understand my pain.
And pleasure's pain
Becomes the pain of pleasure.
Here, the solace reigns.
Beyond all light
Beyond the darkest night.
All words fail.
Here, the solace reigns.

Mirrored

As the leaves fell
The trees
Did not mourn
Nor rejoice
Yet, they stood
Steadfast
Unmoved.
Yet, I see
All truth
Mirrored in you.

THAT

Fushia sands
Rubied tears
So far
From here
So close
To there
I melt;
Dripping in crevices
Floating amidst cracks
Thus,
Where am I?
Yet,
Here I am.
In the space
Between
Interlaced thoughts
Remains
That
Silence
Here I am.
That
Silence.

The Silence

May I
See with your eyes
And feel
Your wounds
Your blood is my blood.
May you
Taste my tears
With my own lips
My tears are your tears.
May we
In this seeking
Realize
There was never
Any separation.
May our
Thoughts cease
For,
Wisdom
Is in the silence.
There was never
Any separation.

Fade to Gray

To weave
What is woven
Fade to gray.
To speak
The unspoken
Concepts decay.
All judgement
Is broken
In this stillness.
Time ceases
To be a concept
In this interim,
It is.
In this stillness,
It is.
In the gray,
It is.