Documenting Eruditions
Posted in Being the Master, Ideas, Poems on Sep 23rd, 2011
The endless sobbing Heart throbbing The death of the Lover Giving up Experiences Words Actions Movements World Dreams Anything Everything Finally To Light The curtains down Props dismantled Stage dissembled Take a bow The night is over Eyes are closed The last sigh The final breath Securing the cover Madonna lilies thrown On the coffin […]
Posted in Going Inwards, Ideas on Sep 12th, 2011
We were alone at home again last night. Usual times, it was fine. I’ve pretty much come to peace with the spaciousness of the home and also the loneliness of it when no one is around. After confirming that no one was going to come home, I set the alarm and put the little one […]
Posted in Being the Master, Going Inwards, Ideas, Poems on Sep 9th, 2011
I am experience as in I = experience only but in moment. what experiencer, what experiencing? For experiencer denotes separated ‘thing’ from experiencing And experiencing denotes continuously from moment to moment crafting ‘I am experiencing’ as if capable experience of sameness from a different moment to a different moment. Experience is only an instant arising […]
Posted in Attitudes, Going Inwards, Ideas on Sep 7th, 2011
Freedom is not about being able to do what you want to do, it is realising that you have never been in bondage and are already doing or not doing whatever you are choosing to do or not do; being or not being where you already are right now, without reason. Of course, if you […]
Posted in Going Inwards, Ideas on Sep 4th, 2011
We have 1,001 (and more) thoughts, don’t we? Yet, how can I say we have them, when they have not arrived, and yet do I still have them when they are gone. And isn’t the thinking that they (the thoughts) are gone, just another thought itself? They come again and again, I might think (this […]
Posted in Attitudes, Being the Master, Going Inwards, Poems on Aug 31st, 2011
Blessed O’ Souls Whose only company Is Loneliness A passing phase Is all there is A momentary experience Long or short A moment defined A split second, even a week Void of its meaning Just an instant beyond time The fools camouflage With company, activities The wise stays with it Listening to its’ cry Yet […]
Posted in Attitudes, Going Inwards, Poems on Aug 16th, 2011
time with the Beloved so precious yet thoughts of the future come and sets the heart a weary the future projection from what is of past pain happening now making time with the Beloved obscured, not within reach even with the Beloved standing right here and now in sight surfacing emotions of disappointments, upsetness historic […]
Posted in Attitudes, Going Inwards, Ideas, Poems on Aug 11th, 2011
Some people say ‘I will wait for you’ Nice to be heard Only to the fools The wise would know There is no such thing As waiting only means I’ve stopped living for you For the one who hears An innocent imposition Suddenly bestow on him A commitment not willing to be kept What burden […]
For so long It has been like this You in your outrage And me in my silence Your outrage scorching me with fumes of fire My silence, like a little bug inside you, eating you up noiselessly Both defending by attacking One loud, one silent What is the difference? Both refusing to budge. And today […]
Posted in Going Inwards, Poems on Aug 8th, 2011
Free, but still trapped in the illusion; does it mean, free? Yet, trapped in the illusion and free; does it mean, not free? Aware and Awake to the illusion, does it mean still trapped in the illusion? The thing is, can ‘trap’ and ‘illusion’ still occur, when you are aware and awake to It?