~ZEN*~Inspirations~: 2020

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Stillness freezes*

What is it about this place?

It just knows what is in this space

It looks around from one spot to that

Because of its stillness it moves not but just sat

The area brings on from the space, the wind

It blows through every reed, on the ground and tree limb

A pond that had so much life popping up in the spring

Now it stands dormant no life but surrenders to dying

Now as later on and also with the past

Once again there is no pause and will not last

The pond just stays still and also is froze

Until the spring that will come again and all of life will have arose

Saturday, December 26, 2020

Cool air spreads itself highly low*

Crisp cool air fastens itself to the wind

Downdraft to an uplifting feeling once again

A forest that grows a beard of trees to the mountain slopes

In every root there is there is trust without hope

A oneness to gather as these trees cover the ground

The roots are communicating to each other in this surround

They are sending signals that all is taken care of including above

They have a tremendous feeling with such protection, guidance and love

Even though it is the air has that chill

From opening skies releasing it as it spills

But to see once in awhile a cloud will hit the mountain tall

The mountain is only inhaling the smoke of air as the surround ends from fall

Sunday, December 6, 2020

Extinguished flame*

Illumination from the east

Sun rises like bread made from yeast

It takes a walk across the big blue sky

There are a few clouds that diminish and pass by

It is intensified in brightness by noon

Heat is on hopefully bringing relief soon

As it moves on further to keep walking towards the west

Moving at its goal, to be slotted as it knows its rest

To see its diffusion spread across the horiZEN* line

The light soon returns home and that is fine

But from this diffusion the spread seems to be on fire

The sky comes to ablaze in intensity and soon retires

Saturday, December 5, 2020

Clouds in my coffee*

Dreary Saturday morning a grayish feeling around

Cloudy are the skies, dampness on the ground

It is one of those days one really needs a spark

To open up within and extinguish the dark

Pull the wisdom inside within so deep

To make it arise and not be asleep

For I did not wake up to go back and close my eyes

Or to watch the dismal day from gray clouds go by

But instead to cherish what is right here with me

Yes to open my eyes, be awaked and make me see

For this is a Saturday to enjoy being up

Wash away those clouds, make some coffee and have a cup

The du(e)al is the fool*

All in the surround does not oppose

It is the mind and its ego that does, I suppose

For of all of it is already complete

In every place you go no opposition to meet

Hence then that one can say

Being of wholeness is always the way

But another thing to consider this to be so

It is also the body that is not recognized or know

It needs to have an experience and it seems

That this experience keeps it asleep and be of the dream

From the dream you long to look and seek

Searching high and low even behind doors to take a peek

But yet you still find nothing to give you relief

You strive for more out of this in your belief

They have a term for this, ignorance is its fool

That term is not of one but of two, it is dual

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Seeing clearly with one's calmness*

Sitting before a very still pond

No waves, no wind, it is total calm

Eyes turning inward, within to see

Blank in such calm, another void in reality

Deeper the depths to go no obstacle in sight

But from this darkness to be here in the light

Absorbing and be soothe by not a sound

Seems like there is nothing for miles in the surround

Minutes go by possibly hours will go too

Mind is in its settling as balance is in view

Now that the breathing is in frequency from its tune

The mind has been relaxed like how stillness is with the moon

From what has just happened was in need to slow down

And to put mind, body and SOUL*s feet on solid ground

As one that lost breathing in the anxious state of being

Then one loses sense of who they are and not be in a clear seeing

Saturday, November 21, 2020

Are you true to you?

Are you true to you?

Do you really know who you are?

If not then could you be a distance far?

But really not because you do not know

As the answer is in front of you that shows

Though it shows in this you will find

That you are still sleeping and somewhat blind

A veil has covered all over your being

This is your truth in not seeing

It maybe because of somewhat your beliefs

In the awakened state of being no beliefs are a relief

It just shows nothing is here that is perfectly true

And what is perfectly true is that person who is you

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Thick as a brick*

It was January 7th 1972. and the cover was on a newspaper

Inquisitive as it was but the music claimed fame from this caper

It was of this group that made progressive rock to its fame

A flutist, Ian Anderson captured many with its name

The name was from an agricultural pioneer named Jethro Tull

This person made a seed drill in which a horse did pull

Though a sort of tribute to that person the music opened the mind

Open in one's consciousness in this music a different reality to find

Like looking at one's life and seeing from a storybook in rhyme and reason

Some of the songs talked a lot about some of the seasons

But getting back that newspaper cover that did the trick

Was a mild spoofing not to mock known as Thick As A Brick

~btw~I wrote this poem because I am inspired by the group Jethro Tull since the 1970's~

Sunday, November 8, 2020

~It's ZEN*~

~It's ZEN*~

ZEN* will never ever talk

ZEN* is only relative that can walk

To the observer the geese fly over the pond

They cast no reflection and then they are gone

The pond does not hold onto what the geese just did

There is now nothing to hold onto or even hid

It is all about the constant movement but being still

In a world of everything and nothing is its fill

There is a place in ZEN* we call the void

No one can comprehend but then no one can avoid

Seeing it is constant but no one can see it at all

It is a huge part of one's life but yet so small

ZEN* is an intuition that does not know but it does

Its clarity is showing, always the vagaries never the fuzz

So to pop out of what one learns from

Is to seek nothing then one knows its done

~It's ZEN*~

Your beginning is here*

As life is it seems that there are so many distractions

With that there are only chaotic attractions

Where does one turn in this case?

When all is spinning at a rapid pace

But one can be in a diversion

Away from all the calamity of aversions

It is so simple to turn around and see

To look into one's eyes to see me

Now that is the beginning of coming home

But in seeing that one within you are not alone

Hence you are one with that being in its whole

Once you established this it becomes your stronghold

But one has to learn to become its breathing

Only then in rhythm you are of its seeing

Deep with its darkness is its light

Pulled from this it is wisdom in its sight

Now that one that has come home is on the verge

Both can intermingle as that one in its merge

So always remember that the outside is not as within

Because the outside is the end and inside one begins

Every cloud is the silver lining*

The world at times has a somber feeling

The joy seems to go, its depression it is stealing

Where does it come from and then where does it go?

There is a cloud covering sunshine that I know

Some make it rain from the tears in their eyes

Some just feel darkness and do not cry

But whatever it is this seems to follow you in every room

The only focus you keep stumbling upon is always gloom

But if that is the case and this feels like forever

The other side of who you are knows this cannot be ever

As to all the clouds in the sky have sun

With that in mind happiness has begun

The fire of fall*

It has come that a sort of nip has hit the air

You can feel the change just about everywhere

Something has just left that was so pleasant

Now that cool feeling is here and what was now wasn't

Just take a look around and you will see no green

For awhile it was here its beauty to be seen

But like all things that come to pass

It is a cycle that starts again never to last

But because of its beauty was so flourishing

It was swollen with sunlight with rain, it was so nourishing

No that time has come for summer to retire

And set the wonder of fall with color and the trees on fire

Monday, November 2, 2020

The "I" that we cannot see*

The mind is an invisible object you see

It points out and runs itself to the destination it needs to be

It attaches itself and clings to dear life what it wants

When it does not get its way it picks apart and taunts

If you look deeper inside of who you are

You will notice that it is so close and not afar

To analyze this in such depths in its thoughts

You will also notice that when found this mind will be caught

For it is not a thing of material but an essence that won't let go

But an illusion that frustrates Source and will not show

But when it does the ego is now exposed

And the "I" you thought you were disappears like the wind that blows

Friday, October 30, 2020

Origin, the only purpose we are here for*

As in ZEN* the koan goes like this

This is an epiphany that one cannot resist

What does your parent's face look like before they were born

As a consciousness shows us in the light of morn

It is so simple that it is in plain view

That face that your parents were before they were born

It was always you

And then another shows us and who was I before I was born?

Oneness in the question not to be abandoned or forlorn

That person was your parents that made you whole in being one

Hence that was you before you came with thy will be done

So when we see this as a conscious truth

We now know of its subliminal message in its youth

To look at an apple and it realizes in what it sees

Inside the apple it has an origin in the seeds to be free

But to look once again and see it is the Father of this fruit

It creates its parents for it to grow with its roots

So in writing this a purpose I had in mind

To me it broke away an egoic objective in this find

As in a purpose why we all came here and wandered about

It is to find the SOUL* and its origin without a doubt

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Subtly supernatural just being*

All of nature with life to touch the sky

Willows a weeping, bending down to cry

Wind a slight blow to the west it passed

A little more then a breeze not to last

My eyes turn above and look to see

Birds in harmony moving gracefully

Fresh cool feeling so subtle on a spring day

Emotion setting at a higher frequency on its way

As to say "how can this be to have a life from love?"

But eyes turn once again to grace I see up above

An outwards image, yes I believe and in agreement with a nod

In such clouds I see white hair and a white beard, it's God

Sunday, October 18, 2020

Truth in the roots*

Where does a tree grow that has no roots?

Seeking this you see no truth

If one that does not know, does not see

Looking for this answer in totality

Just let go and let happen to be

Then you will see it is right in front of thee

Hence it takes no shape and has no form

But when the eyes are clear then the opened door

As to know that this tree moves to and fro

That the root that moves shall always know

Now that one knows of the truth here

Then the tree with no roots shall always be crystal clear

Breathe ZEN*

It is all about one's breath

In this it is only living not death

Harmony is the key that one seeks

In meditation the rhythm is to keep

To make a total blank in one's mind

And to see of nothing as to find

The clearing is about a way to ZEN*

To know of nothing else, no beginning or end

To be right in the middle of one's center

A door that is always opened and to enter

To be of balanced and inner peace

And the world outside halts and comes to cease

Saturday, October 17, 2020

But only once, you are*

Have you ever taken a closer look and seen

Something back at you that it really means

Yes that there is something there awaiting for you

But it is up to you to look into its view

As then you take in your mind in what you perceive

This goes beyond in what you believe

For that something is the thing that made you complete

And it did not wish you to reincarnate this life to repeat

It only knows of being one with you and not dual

With one direction in one Universe, this is its rule

Now that you know this, this being that is one is whole

And you never have to learn nothing else as its story has been told

Dom*Colucci 2020

Monday, October 12, 2020

Love knows where the heart is*

I have longed so much to receive your kiss

For it was the one that I truly missed

My heart felt lonely since you were not around

I searched for you everywhere in the surround

Deeply I knew that the search would not fail

I knew one day I would find you on this trail

As I hit mostly lows that I came across

But rambled on as I knew this was not a loss

Until one day came here to be

It was you, my love that I came to see

Meeting with such open hearts with love

Yes the clouds blew away as sunshine came from above

Saturday, October 10, 2020

Tears of joy break the silence*

Being so still that even gravity has to rest

Consciousness does not move on this quest

But tho so silent a cloud walks on in

Something feels heavy as something begins

A drop falls from the sky to meet its fate below

Without aim it hits a flower so it can grow

From this stillness even with silence its twin

But from the sky the silence is broken and it must end

Before one can speak of anything at all

More rain to follow as now a deluge has to fall

The pitter patter has a rhythm like on a piano and its keys

It is the cloud up above the maestro letting all its drops run free

The way stays eternally right here*

Where the east river flows and the western sky meet

The evening slowly comes as darkness is to greet

The flow follows through with no destination planned

Moving effortlessly without thought, as it knows it can

Gentle breezes come by to push this flow

Without a boat to stay afloat and no oars to row

It only knows of one thing in one direction

There are no mistakes along its way with no corrections

It does not yield to anything along the way

There is no rest at all it has no past to stay

Every motion it makes on top of sand beds and rocks

The flow of this river goes on eternally and will never stop

Clearly, are you here?*

To where are the barriers in which one can find?

Could they be in the corner of one's mind?

As to look with one's eye a message is sent

Then one wonders where that message went

Now it becomes duality as to be good or bad

Do not know which side is best, misery or glad

Then that choice is taken as this judgment to be attached

Another part of a reality stored beyond the gate that now is latched

And this now becomes a memory that has been locked within

That little corner of the mind to see over and over again

But on the road to enlightenment one's mind must be clear

To rid all of one's memories that were always stored here

Now when one that sees clearly has an open life instead

It is without any obstacle as perspective one sees ahead

In doing so nothing can be attached along the way

But the way is right here as it is the wise that knows to stay

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Just wait and see*

The vague gray starts and is being pushed away

Smoked dewy fog sets in and is low as it stays

The lake seems so calm and of peacefulness and serene

If my eyes were not opened this would be a dream

Morning is present and on the lake one hears the loons

The evening that just left said goodbye to the moon

Mountains in the fog but know that they are here

Until the veil is lifted, then nothing is crystal clear

The lake anticipates a bright fall day to be its reflection

Absorbing the beauty of the trees in the mirror's direction

To be in this moment as the SOUL*s eye awaits to see

God's picture is so subtle and that it moves so gracefully

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Once to being born again*

When one is first born they come in with innocent eyes

A little while later something happens, don't know why

Then a struggle ensues and that one becomes lost

The struggle increases and a valuable life has its cost

Through these trials that one must go through now

If that one learns a lesson to let go and allow

As in this an epiphany shall come and arise

Hence you will see this and learn no longer to cry

A statement was made by Jesus Christ, to the Son of Man

Just listen to what is said in depth and you will understand

What is been said that you can be born again

As your physical world no longer exists and that will end

It is about being born of water and into spirit you see

That oneness and not duality as the being to spirit agrees

That struggle was an attachment with judgment and pain

For being of spirit, balanced and harmonious, that is being born again

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Source does it all*

Movement that we see that energy brings

It is a living consciousness that the heart sings

From this all is connected to one in motion

Have you ever seen the waves moving on the ocean?

In such field we note all is free

Nothing holding on but letting it be

Hence when we see this happening nothing else is done

This is how the Source of the Universe is always one

It is only when we have eyes to judge and deviate

We then cannot move with such movement that will not elevate

So in order to move forward always in what this is known

The only way to be of the Source is now letting go

Dom*Colucci 2020

Monday, September 7, 2020

Space is presently free*

Suspended in a place called nowhere

Way out far in a galaxy here not there

So how could space have any time in it you see?

The two some say go together and agree

But in oneness all is placed in unity also to be still

A frequency so clear , rhythm the run of the mill

Tethered by nothing but balanced peace

No chaotic suppression, distortion is at ease

So it drifts into oblivion and is always eternal

Amazing how the texture of freedom is external

So then this is a place that never was and always is

A place only temporary where forever this exists