~ZEN*~Inspirations~: 2016

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Ahead of you is you*

Beginning of life starts out with the heart

Onward thus the whole never comes apart

Burdens may show up and stay awhile

But do not hang around for many miles

Wheels have to keep moving on

As the task of life is never done

But once one is going without any notion

Perpetually moving forward, this is the motion

So pull that burden as you deeply know you can

You will make it to the top knowing how to withstand

When you reach the top you will note ahead a thrill

Then you will see what is ahead of you, it is all downhill

Patience*

Is it not so true not to be so fast

Making each moment going by to last

A heart cannot rush a flow has to be

One beat at a time, oh so happily

To make allowance for joy to set in

As to come back around and do it again

The heart must be like music fluid and fine

Each beat for life must be evenly timed

So let each part of you to be so calm

And give this settling to love so warm

Your life will expand and your love will grow

Only with patience as this love is your Soul*

Wichita lineman*

I have made it this far as my life, seemed very lost

Tho I stood up, it was a time that I had to cross

But it was of a life that seem so barren and cold

To find another heart in comfort to love and hold

I have never met you and I ask "are you out there?"

To know of your loving heart and someone who cares

To send back a love for two to build my heart up

Knowing how much your love to me in filling my cup

I know that you are not a fantasy to live out

As what is within myself I cannot have doubt

I trust with my heart with love that all will be fine

As I know that I one day will call you from a Wichita line

Dom*Colucci 2016

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Love of God made you here before*

There once was a time before you were born

Winter was nearly over, soon to be warm

As a gentle touch made all of a burden to end

And send back new life to be here once again

As first from the daylight coming from dawn

Arising from the east bringing early morn

Revitalizing from this warmth going to each root

And begin its journey from an awakened truth

Ahhh!!!!! yes now we see how this form comes here

It knows only one way, so very clear

And yet this also comes with being free

When the arrival is seen, such a masterpiece

As said that this came from before and is here now

It is the love of God that always shall allow

As we all are of this kingdom that plants us on earth

And to sprout of the Divine's masterpiece from the moment of our birth

Friday, September 23, 2016

Time leaves space*

Sun to settle in the west

A day goes by, blanketing light to rest

Distance away clouds begin to wisp

Ahhhh such a moment, more to ask of this

The sounds of fountains taking rhyme

An essence to be soothe with, present losing time

Depths and shallows both converge

Duality becoming oneness in this merge

The over all feeling of this empty but fulfilled

It is all of balance and perfectly still

Tho nothing has been grasped in this place

All that has happen came and left at its own time and space

Monday, September 19, 2016

Emptiness does not "think"

Emptiness does not "think"

Seems once I had a "thought"

I took a journey as this "thought" I sought

I searched high and even went low

Nowhere this "thought" was here to show

So I gave up and took a stand

Planted my roots into this land

Walking straight up in silence effortlessly

More strides were taken, I knew I was free

So this is is what I become

All alone right here say some

But that is fine in what I now see

I am content within, a tree as all I wish to be

Sunday, August 28, 2016

I am here always*

From the time you awoke with your eyes

I was already walking across the skies

There was no obstacle in my way

My radiance took me through this day

But for now after this guiding plight

I must tuck beyond the horizon for the night

But fret not for this is not my end

I shall be back real soon, once again

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Emptiness free flowing*

Autumn preview, the search ends

Twists in life, the tree limbs bend

Not to capture every moment that is seen

Detached from illuison, look it's a dream

Stillness has now been chosen, entered in my heart

Settled in this present, why should I depart

Blood becomes effortless allowing in its flow

My heart swells with love, as all I let go

Stream of consciousness all is clear

Pointing back within myself, centered to be here

Passing of life, like boats on the river Yangtze

Om Mani Padme Hum, to be free and empty

Friday, August 12, 2016

Mother Nature stops by to open the door*

Gazing outward upon the limit where this begins

Knowing that there are no boundaries from within

An opening it seems, partial clearing in the door

But a movement in another angle, as I can see more

Immobile I stay and absorb this to be still

Peace at hand that is with me, now becomes my will

Taking in more silence, nature outside this door speaks

It is divine communication in which the Soul* needs and seeks

Only a couple sounds of utterance from birds as they say

This is an awakening to tell me walk with joy of this day

So when I heard of this now happy that I see

If it was not for Mother Nature, this way I could never be

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Walk this way home*

Alone in this moment as I drift away

All around in detachment no longer to stay

A deeper sense of being to walk to the abode

My heart patiently settles to release a heavy load

The closer I get, feeling the embrace with its arms

A richer feeling of acceptance as this turns warm

I can never look back in where I just came

Just like a lit candle wick with its flame

Tho there may not be nothing here but empty space

But that is OK, all of what use to be is erased

Within that I become and chaos has now ceased

I have found my home within and all of its peace

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

A little pain made it rain*

Spring that hath come to be reborn

Days longer to be in feel its warmth

A mixture of colors and everywhere to be green

Joyous and abundant life, yes it is seen

This all is coming out as wonders from the start

Look at what is divine, a masterpiece of art

But what is this, summer here soon

A different phase in the sky, postioning the moon

So the haze and humidity starts to rob the air

Atmosphere of heat, it does not care

Slowly all the green begins its death

The heat is pulling away life and its breath

A plea from nature, our life do not take away

Let us show more of our beauty at least for another day

But pain from the heat still lingers so

Death all around, nothing to grow

But the clouds up above feel sorry you see

They would rather bring back joy instead of misery

Something inside them wants to release its pain

Yes it is love, as it starts to cry tears of rain

Life that seemed to have shriveled up to die

But another cheek has turned and hurt made it cry

Abundant now this feels to do this like it began

Once more it is like spring to make all green again

Saturday, July 16, 2016

One must sleep before they are awakened*

Every bit of detail in life evaporates

On to another section that it creates

Gone is what you have just seen

Like it was enveloped in the open it seemed

For it was a motion picture moving on

Turn your head and blink your eyes, it's done

Nothing is anchored down

Even from silence, the slightest of sound

Yet this movie continues to prevail

So then this illusion becomes a fairy tale

To the one in the hub watches this wheel

How this illusion entices the Soul* to steal

As the wheel continues its movement on its way

To the enlightened one, it has broke free not to stay

Still no matter what in this sea of nothingness

The only fulfillment from nothing more is balance to nothing less

To be that one that becomes wise to what it takes

Just learn to let go, open your eyes and become Awake

The ending came as it croaked*

A nice afternoon is where I begin

I arrive at a pond to meditate within

Joyful as this is peace that it brings

I am underneath a locust tree, songbirds start to sing

I affix my self in an opening near the reeds

Ready to look inside myself, a moment to be free

I sit in a lotus position, I fit my being centrally as I stay

Now I am in my focus, my eyes turn inward in a gaze

It all comes together this feeling of bliss and to be still

I have made it to the other side without effort to my will

The world around me has enveloped me in such peace

Even right Now from raging winds this all came to a cease

I go a little deeper and a more placid sense of calm

I open my eyes a bit and see no ripples on the pond

The trees in a distance little movement as they stay

It is like they do ZAZEN, in the night and all day

But out of all this a little utterance from the wind as it spoke

When I awakened out of this, it was because a bull frog just croaked

Journey to end with the light*

Life one day started out like a candle stick

Inside of it was its path, the wick

Once it was on its way to be lit

This light took direction and that was it

Melting it was through the moments in time

Each spot through this it made, oxygen it did find

Lower and lower the wick burned through

A steady flame that knew what to do

No longer was it to be upright and firm

It just kept moving onward, the wick it did burn

Dissolving with itself, a waxy build up in the blend

A lit step at a time, nearing it's end

One thing that was noticed, expiration so near

It was the past of this candle, that was slowly to disappear

Once things are in motion there is only one thing do

Is surviving in the next moment, something they must go through

Like are friend the candle not goo from it's blend

But was it great use on the path from beginning to end

Sunday, March 13, 2016

The route (root) of fruit*

So tender and wise is the seed

Before it comes for the world and its need

It knows how a vital role it plays

That in its maturity of patience for days

The moment that it begins to grow

It removes its shell, wisdom starts to show

A pattern that was learn before it came

To be on the path, be assertive and remain

Upward it grows, a poke through the ground

Making its trunk from roots to bark without sound

Leaves from limbs a fashion to be made

But of course a protection from heat with its shade

Blessed is the day when the fruit comes to be

Popping out sporadically all over the tree

But it waits for the moment for it to release

A certain calm within its trunk and tension begins to cease

Now as the moment has come from being attached

As it knew when it was a bud that merged from its hatch

Flourish and prosper, leaves the parent alone

As now it belongs to the Universe on its own

Oh wondrous and beautiful that something to ripen sweet

And then to fall gracefully in front of its parents feet

An apple that now has become delicious fruit

But it all started from the seed within it and made it from a root

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Nothing makes everything go*

Once it was here, a blank spot

It moved on from that time it forgot

Manifestations in nature came along

Placed them meticulously all over, where they belong

But it did not stop here as it seen a clue

Letting go and forging ahead, something in view

Rolling in rhythm on top of the rocks

Openness was its mantra, nothing was blocked

As it pulled everything with it from behind

But tho it had a past but not the end of the line

It is to be striving ahead you gotta keep on the go

If you stop you will die, remember that life goes with the flow

Sunday, February 14, 2016

When it is done, you will see the sun*

Arisen in the east, the daylight begins

Another time opens up to do it once again

A walk across the heavens with clouds and blue sky

It is a bright whirling ball of energy, as this flies by

Finally after it shown itself in the surround

Seems like the day was done now for the sun to go down

But if you wish to see this once again when the day is done

You have to go on the other side of the moon to find the sun

Dom*Colucci2016

Friday, February 5, 2016

Where is the finger?*

Without motion

Without attachment

Without it all

It just sits there meditating in a void

No place to go to

Internal is its stillness

Roundness suspended

No-thing to hold it strong and very tightly

It does not fall and no anticipation

Forever touches it all around but yet its presence is overwhelming to be here

The moon*

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

The poem, gracefully home*

Once upon a time no words were spoken

A subtle rhythm came and then silence was broken

It came from the heavens, it was a cloud

Little drops of rain and thunder so loud

Drizzling down to find a container below

Filling up in mighty numbers, this began to flow

Fluidity makes it move rapid and fast

Hurrying up ahead of itself no time to cling onto a past

As where it was going to Source, its home

But along the journey in doing so, carefree it became a poem

Sunday, January 3, 2016

I came here to be no longer*

There once was a place where there was a long sleep

Eyes that did not see its truth as deep it doth keep

But something was about to happen, a bright new moment came

This total blindness was no longer the same

Everything all at once came alive

Seems what was held back this all survived

Bright and radiance with love all around

It manifested itself into the world without a sound

It grew from its abundance happily as it seemed

Yes there was no more going back to a dream

It enjoyed a dance of gentle winds

A continuous plushness of a season again and again

But something was felt no longer to be here

Something was moving away no longer to be near

What could this be as it slowly moving along

Feels like something missing soon to be gone

Oh my goodness, leaves on the trees are starting to change

It is getting colder now, this was not the same

Soon I was watching on how all things depart

All was withering away, something was about to start

I watched things taken away and took it all in view

It seems I became helpless in not knowing what to do

I guess it was my turn next, I had to allow

My experience was then taken away as I was no longer here now

Let fate take care of all*

There are some things in life that you must leave alone

They know of what they are on their own

In non involvement they are kept intact

When they are ready they shall react

Fret not in being impatient and letting it wait

Remember that all things alone know of their fate

It is something inside them that they wish to see

But for now you must know to let them be

Student is the teacher*

Let me know of these teachings within

Let me know on where I should begin

Show me this path that leaves no trace

To transcend which is here in this space

Where there is nothing that is really taught

And to have no search in what is to be sought

To understand like the flower on how it grows

And the seed on its journey in what it knows

Oh yes I know you have seen this before

Where you come from, where wisdom is more

To understand this with no trial or test

Where speech is not spoken and all is wordless