Sisyphuis
July 28, 2014
Illusory veils
Blankets upon the mind
Capturing up moments
imprisoned fireflies
Heed the warmth of flicker-flame
As awareness becomes fire
Fuel for the journey
Coals of desire
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In the depths
February 12, 2014
Telling a story made of lies
to bring about awe and surprise
Does the three seconds of laughter justify
the ingrained solicitation?
Now that the crowd has lulled
what next will be revealed
to fulfill ones’ empty need?
Or is it just the opposite?
Is it a covering over of the uncertain and the unknown?
For true death comes from surrendering the cyclic process of thought.
Pushing away all discomfort and uncertainty; aggression
Pulling and grasping that which makes a sense of security; passion
Endlessly oscillating, thinking it will bring about happiness; ignorance
Is it not below the current where stillness brings about clarity?
In the darkness; the disorientation; the fear…
In the depths where stainless love has always been.
All to be
January 14, 2014
To sit in silence;
slowing down
thoughts losing speed
even more importantly, losing substance
Allowing all to be as is;
the tense neck
the fear of the unknown
the unassigned love
To walk as human;
to feel a heavy heart
experiencing uncertainty
knowing all is fleeting
Scentless eyes
February 3, 2011
What do you know of death
In the moments that are crushed beneath your feet
When have you ever felt its breathe
Too busy ignoring, juggling your social feats
Life is the stale of the dead break
Time without options and endless wake
Burnt timbers sting within the nostrils
But yet you never wake
What do you know beyond death
The space that quivers and shrills for no requested audience
When have you let every last drop fall
Feeling true sadness from the depths of our mothers’ chest
In low light, there is ember
Tow baskets of hell and pleasure
What do I know of never being born
Dancing in a place that cannot be denied nor grasped
When have I stepped blindly into the void of concept
Simply, being human
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