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Telling Apart – is it?

So for many, many moons, I get confused; or so I think.

That when it appears, there it is;

and then it appears again, there it is…

I could never tell,

which was which, and more importantly,

Which was me…

Until he finally said,

“Awareness of Thought is not Thought”!!

And I did not know if I should laugh or cry;

and then I pondered again….

“Is that a thought, and a thought mimicking awareness?”

and the merry-go-around starts again…

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You know how sometimes, repeated understanding of certain similar experiences seem to conclude and confirm certain ideas we have in our mind?

But you see, we don’t know that these are still just ideas in our mind, which can be, and when altered, changes the experience. Even, if we “knew” that they are just ideas… and we often speak as if we have self awareness of it; we are not honest or authentic enough to admit that we simply have knowledge of it, not yet aware of it, what more to realise it.

Yet, it can change. All it takes, is just awareness – a gentle noticing of what is running at the back of our minds, projecting such realities outwards which either have our meanings of experiences reinstated, or altered.

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Just Here

It’s easy to fall into the trap of others’ perception when we don’t do our inquiry or when we don’t intent ourselves to be a keen observer without analysis.

Some people say its hard to find a job, yet some people found it an easy process.
Some people say it’s hard to survive, yet some say it’s a liveable paradise.

In clarity, I find myself in a no man’s land –
sometimes disturbed, as if being left behind when thoughts such as old age, retirement and money start their routine visit to my mind;
sometimes, just at peace, with a reminding thought to surrender and trust until the next indication appears.

Yet no matter where “I” am, there “I” am,

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It’s Not Me!

If I told you who put it there
you might not believe me and think me a liar
that I was finding excuses
to escape me from my reality

Yet I assure you I have been watching
pondering truly inquisitively
alertly enough in hope to catch the first glimpse of
of that first capture to which and how ideas are formed…

Yet again and again, I see it happening –
the popping of ‘em out of no where, no when
just like that…
out of thin air…

I don’t get it too.
if I didn’t put it there
who did?
if I am not putting it there
then who is?

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Just a Passed Love

the most enchanting
endearing of.

Mind, it seems
have forgotten.
But Heart somehow,

In Time,
a long time ago.
In Mind,
a happening Now.
If all experiences are from Mind Now,
then which is real – Time, or Now?

Oh sweet, past Love
felt fondly;
with attempt consciousness
to distance.
In between Worlds,
the Spirit and Form –
at times,
the loneliness
the yearning
the emptiness;
of what was known and experienced –
the Sweetness of then,
a past memory of Now.

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Paradoxical Timing

It’s paradoxical;
on one hand you know you are running out of time,
and yet, the only time is simply…


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Missing You, O’Lord

O’Lord, I miss you so
Why did you choose such a grandeur leaving plan
That leaves us thin air to reach you
So much trust and love needed
Just to hear your voice and ‘meet’ you

Did you know O’Lord
that thou art missed so much
Say what you will of illusions
But the physical encounter was excellence in each moment

You & Me in that magical room…

O’Lord where art thou in this moment?
Lost are your sheeps without its shepherd
‘Lest they remember
But sometimes they just don’t remember
Or, sometimes they remember and just cry…


Sometimes we suffer, sometimes we don’t.

The problem is not because of the things that happen.
The problem is, because we suffer.

Suffer is just a six letter word which had been chosen to label that particular experience that seems to eat us inside out; an experience we resist. There is nothing wrong with the word – suffer; but there is something wrong with the way we relate to it, and choose to hold on to it.

Being, differently…

Awakening, is not about stopping the game, or getting out of the game.

It’s about enjoying the game more; meaning, to engage in the joy of experiencing the game, with altered perception from Right Views.

~ GG ~

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Because of Love, I waited.

Sometimes by the time it seemed to have arrived;
I noticed;
t’was not the Love I wanted.

Sometimes by the time it seemed to have arrived;
I noticed;
t’was none left,
that I had waited enough to taste,

or rather,
what was left of it –
tasteless Love.

I’ve forgotten, the waiting game, as it is.

For the attitude
was to wait,
therefore the experience
is to wait,
and the result –
waiting, too.

in that seeming Love that I did not think I want,
in most of my selfish experiences,
which were naught and tasteless
– there was Love, indeed.

Only that,
t’was not the Love that I was waiting for,
and hence could not see or taste it fully.

The Love that was present,

I was simply selfishly blind to see,
what more to acknowledge and to receive.

Still, what am I waiting for…?

For a Love that I thought was mine,
but not mine to experience.

For a Love that I thought I had,
but was found meaningless.

Ignorantly, a waste of precious moments.
Today, I wait no more.

So to turn the experience of waiting to wait no more,
and to begin a filling in of Love that I would not expect but find,
but not one that I had hoped but would appreciate.

It may not return as what I thought I wanted,
and for that some circumstances may occur.

Yet, who am I to judge?

I am only a passerby of given moments,
attempting to experience the impossible thought possible.

And the possibility… oh, let’s just wait and see…

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