Description of Love

A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart; No sickness is there like sickness of heart. The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments; Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries. A lover may hanker after this love or that love, But at the last he is drawn to the KING of…

The Awakening Mirage

Dreaming To be awaken Awaken In the dream Still Awaken once more From a dream Yet Still in a dream To be awaken From another dream In another dream Awaken From the dream In the dream Of the dream Still dreaming To be awaken Fully Once more All over again Until Finally Awaken. Phew! What…

Cycles of “I”

I thought this I thought that because I assumed I concluded. I need to be sure else I cannot function so I first observe I collect evidence and then I conclude an I-dea born and act on it. That becomes “I” hard, immovable stapled to the ground the post erected. Until… Wisdom visits. In awareness.…

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What an ‘I’!!

Views, Views Ideas, Ideas How the world is run How you and I are run Am, Am Not One Is, Is Not One Happy, Sad One Wanting, Not Wanting One Opposites of the Same One end of Polarity to the other end What is there Is? Is Not? Am? Am Not? What is the diff?…

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The Midpoint

When one is misunderstood Surely there is another that misunderstands Hence the arising of the accused Accompanying the birth of the plaintiff Like one that is defined responsible The emergence of the irresponsible The rich & the poor The beautiful & the ugly Like extreme heat is actually coldness Like extreme coldness is actually heat…

Run By Perceptions

Everything here run by perceptions meanings Onto self onto others materials even what is formless not left out That ‘thing’ which is not really a ‘thing’ but named a ‘thing’ separated out from wholeness defined by ‘colors’ and intensity of its sub-origin then named ‘a tree’ and it is ‘green’ and so on and so…

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The Husband Leaves

The husband leaves the door, together with her dreams; all of which she thought was hers, leaves together with him. A subtle clinging, she notices – the fear of losing the beloved; as he potentially walks with another; it might not be her at the finale. Yet when she saw the light, that surrounds him,…

Who am I?

When you ask me who am I, and I say, “I am”, I am no longer I but who I am; identified, named and labelled, limited by an image you contort. When I look at you from here; The moment I speak, I no longer speak from where I saw you; but still with constant…