~ZEN*~Inspirations~: 2015

Friday, December 11, 2015

A prison break*

Eyes that have endured nothing but pain

Back to the broken heart that to which is stained

No joy that can enter in such place

Being alone in sorrow, hiding one's face

No light of day has been seen to come

Looking for a savior to be free, so far no one

A plead that is requested to take this away

But no ears have heard this yet, goes another day

I beg of a moment that I have this love

And to bring back the wonder that I am made of

Please. please I wish of a heart that sees

So this cage can be open, with wings to be set free

Dom*Colucci 2015

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Write above me*

Gaze above, I look upon a vast sky

Heaven that is seen, reflected in my eyes

Background stays still a vibrant blue

Focus my attention in what is in view

I see a rhythm moving in its fluidity

Paper is that background and the clouds, words in poetry

Nothing possess itself to be free*

Nothing possesses itself to be free*

The day has come with brilliance in its light

To steal the darkness that was in the night

To expose the treasures to be seen in the day

And to clear many obstacles along the way

Yet it cannot be dominant to stay so strong

It must follow its own path and move along

It is its own well being that pulls it away

To have its shadow come once again here to stay

So once again as we knew it to be so soon

It is the arrival of passion from a glowing moon

With this moon it tries to possess the jewels in space

But all it can do is let them dangle around its face

To desire for possessions and all its treasures

One cannot hold onto them for their own pleasure

Dominance is not almighty, it is balance that sees

Let go of all things and leave them alone to be free

Dom*Colucci 2015

Colors that see a blank*

Alive it came as it was once upon a time

Spring was in the air and all a fluid rhyme

Bursting from its tips, life in the trees

Opening up and setting it free

Time continued on and green came from the lumber

A little warmer in the temps, oh yes this is summer

Lazy days by river banks and longer nights too

So much life around now all was in view

But these two seasons rapidly come by fast

Seems only a memory soon, this does not last

But something is changing once again in its will

Nights losing their warmth as need a blanket for the chill

Yes colors came and the trees had them all around

It went from green, red, orange, yellow and brown

The clothes of nature gone, soon exposed

A blank canvas comes again I suppose

So this indeed was old man winter coming soon

The sun was hiding more to bring on the moon

Lowering the temps were crystallizing the air

Snow flakes in stock, from clouds everywhere

But old man winter wished his vengeance to release his cold

To bring on frozen fields with Jack Frost so bold

Hence the snow came and fell in collection

More of it knew of its own direction

Now there was no more fall, summer and spring

Harshness with burdens covered nature's things

All one seen an empty canvas with no more paint

Old man winter's color was white to taint

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

What "eye" do "I" see?*

If I look into it, it looks into me

Both eyes parallel within to see

Merging with this view as we both agree

From this it is I that is it and it that is me

No self in knowing but rather to be

Both leaving separation from duality

Inner sight and wisdom now becomes unity

And a world that I no longer belong to, for now I am free

Dom8Colucci 2015

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Alas a time has come*

Alas that a time has come

Heat of the moment has now been done

Bright newness in the dull of the day

A cooling sensation is now on the way

Gray is the sky that are settling right here

The feeling of this, beginning to shed some tears

As clouds begin to turn inward in a squeeze

A thirst that parched land is in its need

No thunder or lightning in a clatter

Just droplets of tiny gems that go pitter patter

Streaming vertical to come hit the ground

And follow a river home to go back around

Let the clouds empty to fulfill this time

It is rain that makes poetry, listen to it rhyme

The sun knows when to stop this when it is done

Remember this, alas that a time will come

Dom*Colucci 2015

Friday, July 10, 2015

Adherence to seeing what sees*

An illusion and trick of this world to be in

Time comes with struggle again and again

Deceived into conformity seems right after birth

But as I press on with this, it is no worth

Doing my best to figure it all out

The deeper that I get with it, nothing but doubt

No awakening yet, the waste of another day

More of the glue of ignorance that really stays

So how does one break from what one has been taught

Be free from memories and see what needs to be sought

I guess the moment will come on its own accord

And leave all these notions that I cannot afford

Enlightenment will be when I am free of my "mind"

Allowing all things to be free of themselves and that will be fine

With this then there is nothing more that I can do

It is something I cannot see but instead it sees me in its view

Saturday, July 4, 2015

A journey with my eyes*

Where darkness becomes the least

It is the sun that arises in the east

To move about in the azure sky

Pushing clouds away, that wish to cry

Oh radiant light in heaven's place

Spreading your rays of gold to embrace

But you must move onward sometime soon

To pull along a smiling moon

As quickly as the day comes to an end

You will visit in this same place once again

So now from what the day's eyes did their best

You walk away into the dream and leave with a rest

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

I never left here, my home*

I lay amongst a field to seek some rest

To feel this meadow's arms as it does caress

Walk away from a place to my eyes within

And meet that point of solitude once again

Melting into the soil, deep in this ground

To feel the nature below me with its gentleness all around

To no longer see a reality early on that once was seen

But to now go even deeper beyond my eyes to dream

A place seen earlier that wounds and sorrow lives in blight

But to turn around and see a Soul* within my sight

Yes, I know that once I am one on the other side that I see

It is the Soul* that calls me home, a home with inside of me

To grow beyond but be right here*

To be here alone and not to drown

In such silence without a sound

No detachment of stillness cannot come apart

The more I settle inward the closer to me heart

Now that I have reached a place so deep

The love that I feel comes to me to keep

It is in these depths that the surface stays afloat

To give lift in where I am and not to demote

So in this arisen awaken state

I seem to move upward, vastness is my fate

Eternal that I stepped beyond this place I had stayed

To grow beyond this surface and reach heaven is this way

Dom*Colucci 2015

The rain shall make me walk once again*

It is one more day that has come by

I search for a cloud in the sky

But today is parched and now not a drink

I feel that now my roots cannot sink

But if to get just a taste from a cloud that goes by

Just one little sip, a tear so moist not dry

I know that I can move on from here without despair

To tend to my Soul* with loving care

As I make from a prayer a desperate plea

To know that something is watching over me

And it does come upon me in a deluge of a soak

My roots will no longer be still to die

But now I shall be able to move on with them and walk

Dom*Colucci 2015

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Let it rain*

How does a cloud hold up in what is within?

To move onward and disappear once again

Then it comes back and shows its poetry in motion

Like how waves hit the shoreline on any ocean

There are white puffy ones, darker ones too

Aimlessly moving always in what they go through

But the ones that get darker seem to have much strain

That is when they release what is within and let it rain

It hid before it was the grid, natural beauty*

There is a schematic that is in the natural world

In knowing not knowing, a happening unfurls

An opening is seen, internally something is ready to say

It pops out of nowhere, it is now life on its way

Though naked in the world, this is its origin of truth

The Divine guides this its wisdom to start its own root

Once this is achieved many more roots spring out like a fountain

It has started its based to grow from, now it becomes a mountain

When it arrives into the world, growing from its soil

Each moment becomes effortless without any toil

It speaks of a language while growing in such silence

No obstacle was ever in its way, there was no chaotic impedance

Now that it is open in a place that it popped from free

Enjoying the comfort with others around, the masterpiece of beauty

So we can see that all of this beauty is now on a natural grid

But before it ever came alive, it grew below and it hid

You can see it right here*

Do you know where you are as you would like to be?

What is holding you back that you just cannot see?

Do you keep pondering over this and suffer too?

Not knowing the reason why or knowing what to do

Maybe there is something here that can help you out

See it from a different perspective within, without a doubt

For what is within is closer and very near

For what is very near is always right here

The TAO*

Something happened a long time ago

It came out of nowhere in what it knows

A vision it had that heard a call

Central in its doing, minutely seeing so small

It only seen of itself as a start from what it began

This of itself shall never have an end

Though it may be right where it is as it stays

But knows perfectly where it is going for this thing is the way

Saturday, May 16, 2015

You have been here before*

Waterfall, oh waterfall I feel the flow through my heart

A tear you once were as a cloud right from the start

Enjoying the ride as your freedom is in rapid flow

Something is leading you back, back where you know

When you finally reach your destination, really this is not your end

Somehow you will arise back into the cloud and do it over again

Dom*Colucci 2015

Being well "seasoned" in letting go*

What is that I hold onto that is not seen?

Is it something I am not awakened with, stuck in a dream?

There is nothing that is there but it seems a shadow to be

It pulls me in more and more, a prisoner not free

I look around and seems everything has let go

Why is it outside of myself this wisdom that it knows?

I know that it was myself then that put this here

But how do I break this duality that seems so clear?

I guess then I did put it here then I can take it away

Knowing, nothing was ever here in the first place to make it stay

But how do I prove this to myself with so much doubt

To let it go free from inside of me to out

The answer that I look for is in nature that I seek

The stillness from a mountain to the flow of the creek

Yes it is also seen in seasons that it shows

Flowers and green leaves all disappear right before it snows

Dom*Colucci 2015

Here all the time*

I walk though life with this outline of skin

Everywhere that I am, I am where I begin

So how can I ever believe of a future ahead

When in fact that future is here instead

So where did this notion come from that it made its claim

Seems that when you strive for this, you bring on more pain

The essence of leaving right where one can be

In seeking someplace from here to be happy

But that cannot ever be for here will never be there

Even if you get to that place, there is still here

Why do I then fool myself in such illusion to see

There is really nothing outside of myself but within me is me

So then the more that I can see this me that is within

It is not an external that points back but me again and again

Hence then suffering in the objective is time

But in detachment of this, here will always be fine

Dom*Colucci 2015

A seed is freed, the flower*

Without any purpose or cause to be

Deep within knows when it is time to be free

Held underneath away from its world

The moment it knows how to unfurl

Yet patience comes just a bit longer

It sees through this on how to be stronger

Yes the time has come to remove the darkness from its night

And to move with silence through stillness, to now see the light

Dom*Colucci 2015

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

~Quote~

~ZEN* compliments poetry~it is like how a drop of water drapes off a rock and becomes a waterfall*

~Haiku~

Eyes in darkness

The moon has faded away

Awakened, a new day*

~Haiku~

Clouds touch the mountain

Breathe in, then out

No more is complete*

~Haiku~

Light takes a peek

The middle of the day

The sun goes home*

~Haiku~

It just happens

Nothing defines simplicity

A rock cannot walk*

~Haiku~

Frozen is my will

Weakness in a crack

Water, born in a flow*

~Haiku~

Lost out there

Search within my eyes

Finally, my home is seen*

Thursday, May 7, 2015

~Haiku~

Spring blossoms a tree

Robins sing on the grass

Sky still awaits without effort*

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Time goes nowhere down stream*

Beige, wide open stream

Blue sky, white cloud dream

Time so lazy but drifts by alone

No place this starts, no place to go home

Passing by with ripples atop

Moved by the wind and not to stop

For what is here did not begin

All it did was moved onward once again

Each wave goes by, there is no past

Swimming forward into nowhere as nothing is its grasp

Dom*Colucci 2015

Taken when awaken*

I shall close my eyes and dream real deep

See you in such place of hearts to keep

Your Soul* next to mine I shall feel

Entwined with our passions, moments to be real

The deeper I go, more I am into you

Love is here now, between us two

May I dream a little more, for heaven's sake

And when it is over, to pull from here when we awake

Dom*Colucci 2015

Once only comes once*

Gone is yesterday, it came here quick

This morning a flame was lit on a wick

Brilliant was the day as it walked on by

Openness was filled with a light in the sky

But we say goodbye to all that, it retires in the west

This candle shall return once more in the east, to be our guest

That life was once a dream*

Something came through here a long time ago

It looked forward on its journey, as it seemed to know

It passed swiftly and did not stop to pause

It heard an inner voice give it its cause

"Just keep moving on and take this course

You are being guided home, home is your Source"

So now there was something here no longer seen

Awakened only once, the past was its dream

Dom*Colucci 2015

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Do you believe in that?*

What is this that it could be

A reality outside in front of me

Does it really have meaning, substance or form?

Is it something to move onward with or be forewarned

All seems so dimensional, something so real

Could it be something I belong with, to touch and feel

Yet all has settled and seems so dead

Could it be stillness made it in checkmate instead

I am beginning to see what this all means

That nothing is really a reality, so it seems

Transit beings we are and to the wise well aware

But to fools who believe this, it is an illusion everywhere

The peaceful moon*

The night came in without a sound

Light walked away, darkness all around

Stillness the Soul* felt and went very deep

The heart was filled with love, this shall it keep

It seemed that this moment was here to last

Though all was moving onward, as all to pass

I go deeper into a meditative state

To erase all that is here, having a clean slate

It is into this Soul*, the pinnacle of my being

Emptiness in the abode, clarity in seeing

When I arise from this I become the still and calm

Now right in front of me, the moon peacefully sits in the pond

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Bring back birth*

From the warmth that came one day

Settled down and went its way

But another turn of events came

This was a season that was not the same

It started out as a cool breeze

That nature felt it should let go with ease

For now it was preparing something ahead

The warmer temps left for the cooler instead

As the days gone by as now it is the past

You would believe that the cold would be gone and not last

But to this day the cold is still here

You have to know that spring is near

The days have more light and are now longer

Should it be that the warmth is stronger?

But heck no, water on the roof does not drip

Frozen icicles and the ground frigid, cold has its grip

So I make a statement to Mother Nature to see

That all of that death in the winter has to let go and let it be

Please open up softly and give rebirth to what you will bring

Say bye of what is bothering you and melt to bring on spring

Dom*Colucci 2015