Category: Poetry

  • Meditation Dogs

    Meditation

    If you want
    A good night’s sleep
    Stay away from meditation

    A good meditation
    Is like a homeless drunk
    That won’t leave you alone
    He wants to follow you home
    Eat your food and drink your wine
    Talking about nothing but himself

    If you want
    A good night’s sleep
    Stay away from meditation

    A good meditation
    Is like a lonely old dog
    Baying at the door
    Until you let Him in
    He jumps in your bed
    And snores all night

    If you want
    To sleep soundly
    Stay away from meditation

    There are many takes on meditation. In the U.S, one perspective is that meditation is a means to relax, to de-stress. We see many pop classes teaching this type of meditation, There are TV commercials that promote this type of image. There are many meditation CD’s available to help you relax and decompress.

    There are many forms of deeper meditation that can increase your level of stress for a period of time. The intent of this type of meditation is not to bed down anxiety and pacify an overactive nervous system. This meditation is oriented toward probing into the one meditating.

    • Who am I?
    • What am I?

    A good presentation on this type of meditation can be found in Adyashanti‘s –  True Meditation.

    A word of warning though, a single moment of awareness can awaken something in the soul – turning meditation into the hound of heaven.

    Lighthouses are more helpful than churches. – Benjamin Franklin

    It is in the nature of profound things to clash and combine, to evolve from one another. Action is the very principle of life. – Antonin Artaud

    Image by Phillip Williams

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  • Cessation

    There IS

    A point

    At the center of me

    That IS

    Not of this world

    All moments

    Within and without

    Intersect here

    All directions

    Lead to it

    It is not even

    A nanosecond’s width

    In space-time-existence

    It connects all moments

    And threads of time

    Reducing all time-maps

    To nothingness

    It is the non-function

    Birthing the Golden Mean

    Resolving all mathematics

    Into null

    It is the prior-ness

    The no-place

    Of the emergent bubble

    It is not here nor there

    But everywhere

    It cannot be found or located

    But is the core

    Of the Everything

    It is the utter calm

    The completely still

    To say

    It is this or that

    Is a deception

    It does not exist

    But is the ground

    That gathers every

    Present moment

    Into nowhere

    It is the Not-Now

    Of timelessness

    It is the ground of NOT

    Gravity-mass-movement

    And the soul

    Longs for its

    Intimate kiss

    Cessation

  • Intimacy

    intimacy self

    Communion

    Hot humid night

    a ripened lover

    engorged silky fluidity

    black velvet skin

    divine pheromones

    fatal attraction

    an immediacy

    consciousness winking

    at annihilation

    between heaven’s

    trembling thighs

    emptiness and fullness

    luminous dewy nectar

    glistening black pearls

    scintillating pink tongue

    innocent intimate taste

    ecstasy

    The night devouring

    its lover

  • Night

    Night

    Came silently into my house

    Illuminating dark spaces

    The hidden, the forgotten, the not-known


    Night

    Put the mind to rest

    And bedded the heart

    In the still-point of rapture

     

    Night

    Kisses my face

    Until I am no more

    Than it

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