Poetry Thread

[BlendingInfinite]

Oh you reflection,
beautiful, clear and great.

[Loop]

No Projector:

 

Understanding meditation is the end of “My mind” “Your mind” ,

It is even the end of “God’s mind” “Universal mind”,

The end of all projection,

Understanding is a projection.

 

Understanding meditation is the way,

You must first understand how it isn’t, 

What you thought it was it wasn’t, 

And what you found is you. 

 

Confessing your expressing is the only way to go,

You say it’s all misleading, 

A illusionist art steaming,

But who is there to say “This is the Show!”.

 

You don’t know what not-knowing is, 

You don’t know what you could open up to, 

You don’t know, but then you do, 

 

Remain open to knowing, 

Not-knowing becomes True,

Wonder roams free, 

You See, 

No Reality,

Just Me.

[Loop]

There is no way out, 

But there is a way in, 

With Love.

 

The longing for It,

Is the Meditation,

Doing you.

 

Bring down the Light, 

Remain as you are, 

That bright shining Star.

 

This isn’t any kind of fight, 

It’s so close,

Any attempt is too far. 
 

All falls into Place, 

Or backs out to imaginary space. 

Arriving Here, 

It’s time to drink, 

The fountain of YOUth. 

[Loop]

What better to be blind and deaf? 
 

Infinite Mind, 

I haven’t seen a worse crime, 

Crawling away from the Heart,

Constructing a map of how to start,

No more worth then a fart. 
 

You couldn’t see what you already Be,

Running away from its brilliance,

By turning towards ignore-ance.

 

Trying to stretch an apes skin,

Around all of “My sin”, 

You are already of the Kin.

Take your head out of that infinite bin. 
 

Tied around the entire World, 

Well you won’t be hurled,

You just stay strapped right where you are, 

You never even started the Car…

 

Edited August 14, 2022 by Loop

[Loop]

“You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And
you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll
decide where to go.

 

You’ll get mixed up,
of course, as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up with
many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great
tact and remember that
Life’s A Great Balancing Act.

 

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU’LL MOVE
MOUNTAINS!”

 

- Dr. Seuss

 

[Blessed2]

TO YOU.

By Walt Whitman

 

 

WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,

I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet
and hands,

Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,

Your true soul and body appear before me,

They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work,
farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking,
suffering, dying.

 

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my
poem,

I whisper with my lips close to your ear,

I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than
you.

 

O I have been dilatory and dumb,

I should have made my way straight to you long ago,

I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted
nothing but you.

 

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,

None has understood you, but I understand you,

None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to your-
self,

None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in
you,

None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never
consent to subordinate you,

I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God,
beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

 

Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure
of all,

From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-
color'd light,

But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nim-
bus of gold-color'd light,

From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams,
effulgently flowing forever.

 

O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!

You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon
yourself all your life,

Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,

What you have done returns already in mockeries,

(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mock-
eries, what is their return?)

 

The mockeries are not you,

Underneath them and within them I see you lurk,

I pursue you where none else has pursued you,

Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustom'd
routine, if these conceal you from others or from yourself,
they do not conceal you from me,

The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these
balk others they do not balk me,

The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre-
mature death, all these I part aside.

 

There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in
you,

There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in
you,

No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,

No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.

 

As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like care-
fully to you,

I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I
sing the songs of the glory of you.

 

Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard!

These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you,

These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are
immense and interminable as they,

 

These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of appar-
ent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress
over them,

Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain,
passion, dissolution.

 

The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency,

Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest,
whatever you are promulges itself,

Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing
is scanted,

Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are
picks its way.

[Phil]

To close your eyes,

to plug your ears,

to wake you from the nightmare,

that you can see or hear,

to lift you up; to set you free,

nothing would feel better,

but you won’t,

get nothing,

from me. 

[Pluto]

I wrote this a few years ago but its still quite special ❤️ Hi guys, its been a while, seems like a nice place here 🙂

 

Today I am a moth, tomorrow a bee, yesterday an owl, sunday a tree. I embody all things as all things embody me. You think i am this body but I am far more than you see. I see everything as I am everything, at the same time, nothingness is the greater truth. Impossible for the mind to grasp, but i am he, i am we, i am you. Can you see me now in the mirror, looking deep inside your eyes, I am the seer and the seen and the mirror in-between. I am the supreme and i am the fool, i am the infinite, the tool, the teacher and the school. Embodiment in all shape and forms, i am that which is beyond the norm. Feel me deep in your souls presence, i am the awareness that is one with divine resonance. In my presence, you are fully seen, you can play pretend but i know your dream. I won't let you know directly cause that spoils the fun, but i will challenge you to embody your god/goddess/absolute until you only see and embody The ONE. Then you will have earned the grandest of rewards and receive the blessings of the mighty Godsword. Until then i hint you with play, for practice is pretend and play is the only way to which you can truly Ascend.

[Loop]

Endless Beginning:
 

Not a thing,

To ring,

Around a shoe, 

Neither two,

To lace through. 
 

Silly goose! Go loose!

Thought you’d find, a one who knew?

A source where inspiration drew? 
Painting the picture from a view?

Truth was it never flew,

This idea of a you!

 

Silence doesn’t at all,

Without a response,

Unconditional.

🙃

 

[Eternal]

Beyond the veil of duality,

Lies a realm of unity,

Where all is one, and one is all,

A state of pure divinity.

 

In this realm, there is no right or wrong,

No good or bad, no weak or strong,

Just a oneness that pervades it all,

A symphony of life's sweet song.

Non-duality is the truth we seek, The realization of our true mystique,

To see the world with open eyes,

And break free from our ego's disguise.

 

So let us shed our dualistic views,

And embrace the unity that imbues,

For in the end, we are all one,

A reflection of the same shining sun.

[Loop]

I’M SORRY 

Many years ago
when I believed that I was
“fully enlightened" and
"beyond ego"

 

(get the joke?)

 

I had a mantra:

"Never Say Sorry 
and Never Apologise"

I believed that I was perfect
Beyond humanity
Beyond reproach

And there was "nobody here", 
of course, who could make mistakes 

no “separate self” who ever needed 
to apologise for anything at all 
(since everything is always perfect
and the Universe doesn’t make mistakes)

If anybody ever had a problem with 'me'
If anybody was hurt by something ‘I’ had said or done
It must have been

 

THEIR projection
THEIR ego
THEIR un-enlightenment
THEIR ignorance
THEIR suffering and illusory separate self 
THEIR utter lack of realization

 

That's what I believed, anyway
(I also believed that 
I had no beliefs anymore!)

I was attracted to "radical" and "uncompromising" spiritual teachers
who acted unkindly and inhumanely 
behind the scenes 
and never apologised
and never seemed bothered at all
and didn’t feel grief or anger or shame 
like the rest of us 

and never fell to their knees 
to ask for help 

 

How enlightened they appeared to be!
How free of struggle and awkwardness and pain! 
How cool and calm and detached!
How unaffected by the shitty mess of life!
How protected from the joys and pains of intimate, messy, awkward, earthy, human relationships!

 

But, friends, when did saying sorry
and making amends
and listening deeply to the one in front of us
and admitting mistakes 
and meeting each other in deep humility and joyful doubt
and embracing shared pain 
and weeping together
and confessing raw human truth 
and sharing our faults 
and undergoing deep and painful therapy and self-reflection 
and voicing healthy shame 
(yes, HEALTHY shame!)
and saying “I don’t have the answers, I’m as lost as you are, my love”
ever become the Original Sins of enlightenment?

 

When did spiritual awakening lose its humanity, humility and humour?

When did enlightenment become the ultimate justification for a buried, raging ego?

When did empathy become a dirty word?

 

Back then, I held ‘others' at a distance
with my refusal to truly engage
(and I claimed that  
there were "no others"
with whom to engage)

like a well-trained Advaitically-correct robot
perfectly denying 
the perfectly imperfect 
human heart
and its perfect longings 

and its perfect grief-infused joy 

 

It was a disconnected Oneness
A recognition with no true love
(although I spoke of love)
A fire without warmth or sex or passion 
(although I spoke of embodiment)
A half-assed awakening

A sorry 
state of affairs

It was a lie, 
a myth, a joke, a terrible fraud 
And I fell for it all then
And I was younger then

And so it's such a relief
(yes, relief!) 
these days
to look into the eyes of a friend, 
my partner, a family member, 
and to be able to say,
and really, truly mean:

 

I’M 
SORRY.

 

- Jeff Foster

 

[Isagi Yoichi]

I marveled at an Ocean without shore,
and at a Shore that did not have an ocean;
And at a Morning Light without darkness,
and at a Night that was without daybreak;
And then a Sphere with no locality
known to either fool or learned scholar;
And at an azure Dome raised over the earth,
circulating ’round its center – Compulsion;
And at a rich Earth without o’er-arching vault
and no specific location, the Secret concealed…

 

[Isagi Yoichi]

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

These words I’m saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.

 

[Phil]

They said, ‘your daddy… he robbed a liquor store’.

Like he answered to me.

‘And all his money, was taken by the courts’.

They left nothing for me.

 

I heard em say ‘don’t bother…

you know it’s in his blood’.

But I want nothing for free.

So take your wisdom,

and take your broken sword,

and cut your life out of me.

 

Cause love ain’t nothin,

it’s just a lock on a bedroom door.

It’s got nothin on me.  

Love ain’t nothin,

it’s just what holidays are for. 

Another card you sent to me.  

 

‘Yeah your daddy was a reckless man,

he was a vagabond, he had tattooed hands -

but his old man was somethin like you’ve never seen’.

 

Where I’ll go and where I come from;

God rest his soul he didn’t help me none.

He was a million bottles and one great lie to me.

 

He’d get in my face, tell me to ‘hang it up’.

I got a lot of days and I won’t stop, until I’m on top.

 

Cause love ain’t nothin,

it’s just a lock on a bedroom door.

It’s got nothin on me.  

Love ain’t nothin,

it’s just what holidays are for. 

Another card you sent to me.  

 

I’m all right.

Just give me love,

and give me love.

 

[Loop]

Drive by,

I’ll be waiting for you, 

Say hello each time,

At little bit closer we get.

 

Your whole life,

The Gift, 

I couldn’t have given,

When it is Heart,

My eye’s see without a start.

 

I never claimed, 

Picture this frame, 

Into the end,

All the same,

Even to complain, 

Still friends,

Without Aim. 
 

Directly Indirect,

The Fool’s Dance,

No-one could lose pants! 

 

❤️‍🔥

👖

 

 

[Loop]

Shadowy figures,

Beaming red eyes,

Slicing through me,

With all their “Whys?!”

Judging you for being you,

Then there was two,

The one you couldn’t be,

But really are,

And this idea of a star.

 

Will it truly satisfy,

All of their why?
 

But who are you really?
 

💀🌱🤍

 

[Loop]

Sneak up behind me,

Little mouse, 

Left the foot, 

Quietly.

 

Shocked silent,

Gone by he went, 

Message sent,

Source’s rent.

 

Every insight,

Drowned in Light, 

Compounded by right, 

Founded investor,

Angels to test her.

 

Each sphere here,

Couldn’t be more clear, 

Let go,

Drift,

Diving into mist,

Real with a twist, 

Neither is missed. 
 

🫳

🤍

🫴