~ZEN*~Inspirations~

Sunday, January 6, 2019

In "God" we trust?*

Man loves his insecurity, materialism is his touch

Enjoying his objective gains, always so much

A prisoner inside that he just does not see

Addiction more and more believing he is happy

Power he becomes, the more he feels

He will sell his Soul*, for more he will steal

A rush to his head there is no stopping now

Enjoying pleasurable moments, ego to follow

So he will never become his spirit that inside it cries

No matter how much it shows him, at least it tries

Materialism once again, for it is this that he lusts

His religion will always be money, the slogan is in "God" we trust

Wisdom knows no ignorance*

People fight always and I ask why?

It is two hands clapping, a riddle in a tie

But to an awakened one, step back and see

They are both living in ignorance and cannot agree

Judgment, adversity and a one, two punch

A polluted spirit going nowhere, I have a hunch

Opposites attracting and a catch 22

What comes next, what is there to do?

As I wrote above with two hands clapping making noise

Insecurity in dominance, a veil with a voice

In ZEN* one comes to calm in the mind

No anger to unravel from, nothing to unwind

That one that has step back from this

Knows of their peace and knows to resist

This has been taught by wise masters throughout the age

The trick to wisdom is for ignorance not to engage

That is not me*

Today there is confusion in this world

A lot of misery, suffering and chaos to unfurl

An ignorant unconsciousness among all of human race

To many things moving about in fast pace

One who has the eye to see clearly, this is the key

Steps back from all mankind and let's things be

For it is that one that knows of that world is the veil

And sees many suffer in their mortal jail

They walk around aimlessly in hopes to be released

But have no clue in how to begin peace

Right in front of them to break free from a dream with a hold

Reason why people awaken, they stopped agreeing what insults their Soul*

Saturday, January 5, 2019

~You are not a question to ask of yourself, as you already known since birth who you are*

~You are not a question to ask of yourself as you already known since birth who you are~

~The sage needed to know who he was~He asked the master this question?~"Who am I?"~

~The master looked at the sage in is eyes and said~"You already know of this~You cannot attain who you are by asking a question that is already been shown to you"~

~The sage was perplexed a bit~

~Then the master went on and said this~"If you wonder who you are in this moment right now, you will always wonder in everywhere you go~For the wonder that you are has been provided already~If you drop what questions you arise from then you become solid in where you stand from and be of this present that you are~You will then realize that who you are never left you in knowing now who you are~hence therefore that you are as it is no question~All of the environment you walk into never asks the question in who are you and what are you doing here?~For if you see this deeper it was you that made such environment that you always enter into~So in essence something knows of you without question that it asks for you to be in this environment that you belong so then it knows you are and where you are to always be"~

~"See, it is the present and it is you that made this without question at all~So then, you are you that made all to happen around you that you made before you ever arrived as the present has never left you but something within you made it all for you to be~With no question at all~Does an arrow wish to ask where it is going when it is already shot from the bow?"~

~The sage never asked the question again for then he knew where he was always to be and that is who he is~for he was never that question ever*

Darkness on the bright side*

Another Saturday has come with gloom

Gray skies above make darkened rooms

No sunlight has showed up, no break in the clouds

Here I sit in a space with my Soul* right now

As moments move pass and the clouds to a darker gray

This gloom keeps a tight hold, yes here to stay

But my companion is what I hear as I sit and write

Tearing away the gloom and gives a break for some light

A cup of coffee that that makes this all come together

Seems as I write onward, do not care about the weather

This place as I took solace and peace right here

Tho it is still like a shadow that comes so near

Coming the end of such words of mine

Seems even tho there is gloom, this still is fine

I watch the skies get darker, this day goes by

The night with more darkness comes low and stays high

Happy Now Year*

Another year that has walked away

Like so many others before, not here to stay

But yet this thing called time it always moves on

The second you enter a moment, that moment is gone

The ball has dropped in New York City's Time Square

A sense of hope and change goes about and fills the air

Could this be the year where my whole life is aligned?

Or another year goes past, auld lang syne?

Many a people wander around so aimlessly

"Trying" so bad to look for something they just cannot see

As time goes by fast, quicker are the dates

The older one gets, did I miss something or was it too late?

But yet to the wise there never was this thing called time

Only to the fool its conformed everyday lost in its find

For they do not know that the present is always now

No matter where they go here stays with them it allows

So when the sun goes down into the west

The light brings a shadow in as it begins to rest

The moon arrives from the east and settling begins

Starry. starry night is in vastness, eternity never ends

So you see that one with time that consistently believes

They live in their own falsehood and are truly deceived

So what I am saying to you has always adhered

There was no such thing as time, you were always here

~But from me to you if you still believe~

~Happy New Year~

Silently I heard within*

A voice that was heard, said "give me a try"

My hand starting writing and I did not know why

It was making a composition in what I seen in my thoughts

Could this be the purpose, my life I sought

So I started to put words down and began to type

Phrases come clearly without any hype

Deeper I was going from that voice deep within

I did not know when to stop or how this was to end

Flowing my words came like a river to the sea

This source was feeding sense from a Soul* within me

Hence the composition became music of rhythm, poetry

My Soul* was coming alive feeding me wisdom within me

I was learning finally how life should be played out

Seems all my life I was a contender, fighting in a bout

But now since that time I started to write words to a poem

I seem to know my origin as this is my home

I will go from now on with this love I have found

And never feel my words held back or even bound

From the day that I did this it seems it will never expire

It comes from the Soul*, my wisdom, passion and my fire