|
This
All there is is this that is appearing,
Presently as walls and floor and ceiling,
Every tiny single apparent separate part
Is manifesting now out of the Heart.
The Truth is all is Emptiness arising,
In action as a thought or feeling,
What appears as an apparent outer
Is the inner reflecting as the other.
Oneness is what actually is true
Of this manifest appearance of the two.
But nowhere is there really separation
In this present play arising as creation.
The dream of Oneness here is simply happening
There is nothing to be added to its functioning.
All already is in balance and complete
Including any action to compete
As ME, that seems to always interfere,
This one too is just an action of the seer.
Nowhere in this painting now in time
Is lacking here in rhythm or rhyme.
When the seer disappears into the seen
Perfection is all that has ever been.
All is as is and always shall it be so
Stillness coming into action as all Life's flow.
Swirling into play as form and colour
The One creates illusions of another.
And as this recognition gets much clearer
A dream is seen of which there is no dreamer.
Avasa.
|
|
Seeking
In pages brown with age and dust,
Seeking truth in words and print,
We, pondering wearily in our quest,
For just a taste, a glimpse, a hint.
Alas 'tis not to be so found
By longing Heart and grasping mind,
No matter what the experts tell
'Tis not in such that we shall find.
If we can bide our time to hear
The voice of babes where purity
Arises simple as a sound
Of utterance there is surety
That in their song celestially spoke
The One uncaused then we shall hear,
Directly of the Word itself,
Perchance the same shall venture near.
The questions answer can be met
In open-ness, no other way
Prepares us so for to receive
What accompanies us the live long day.
In all we have, both known and not
We are the sought, the seeker too
For all is "I", YES! all is One,
Alpha aged, Omega new.
The issue, if to seek or not,
Is unimportant, be unconcerned,
Apparent opposites appear
And continuously the mind is turned
To concentrate this endless play
And overlook the looker where
Apperceptions meaning comes
As flash of Light from there to here.
Avasa
|
|
Tasteless
There is no word with which to name
This that here is the Heart of all.
There are no words whose use can say
The way it is, for short they fall
When trying to express this tasteless taste,
This nothing that is always known
Yet never shared, though all partake,
In every beat and pulse it's shown
The wonder of this universe
Pales in significance before
The One, where comes this play of Light,
To manifest the less to more.
Boundless, free it does unfold
Expressing endlessly anew
It sees and hears and knows itself
In duality as me and you.
In Love's illusion we appear
As two and seek to join again,
To play this game of hide and seek,
And watch the moment wax and wane.
This miracle of Life is now
And ever now, though time appears,
'Tis but a flowing of the stillness
Briefly clothed in days and years.
For this that is the Truth of us
Is never other than our Self,
Stripped bare of ideology
"I" stand-alone, I am this wealth
Which brings into the play of time
All that can be experienced
As you and I, the other, there
This canvas of insignificance.
Avasa
|
TOP