Empty B"whole"*

Empty B"whole"*

A Universe with texture of emptiness all around

Hence peace that cannot be agitated in the surround

To be of oneness no other to seek

Direction becomes within, texture starts to seep

One is involved of stillness that is allowed

Only can be of one that is present and now

That to which has been accomplished is one

This was all the long to be done

As for now that I know of this truth

That what is within myself becomes deeper in my roots

Seeing now is where I am and being whole

This is where I am always in this empty bowl

Dom*Colucci © 2019

Magic in the sky*

Magic in the sky*

Where do clouds form and come from?

Could be light moisture that is on the run?

Picked up from a water source pulled into the air?

Spreading itself abundantly that goes everywhere?

Lightly it goes dancing into the blue

Being of purity now becomes itself in view

White virgin not a speck of dust from its touch

Building itself more to be of such

Casting itself stronger across the skies

Feeling no drama, not gray enough to cry

Walking with its relations nomadic in tribe

Thinning out and building up in its scribe

But yet it stays calmly and knows of its peace

While traipsing along, eventually dissipates and cease

It goes into the unknown, transparency is now here

Amazing how it created itself and then soon disappears

 Dom*Colucci © 2019

Wuji do it*

Wuji do it*

What is on the other side of the door?

Is it something that you are waiting for?

Before you attempt on that side of the line

Seek something deeper inside of your mind

Because what is there is for a reason

Variables that will follow you through all seasons

You will be tempted and the first taste off is fine

Then it starts to crumble and no longer there is no rhyme

Your attachment is now of discontent

Suffering in longing desire is what truly is meant

You will be seeking for that place that you came from

You may never find that will that is done

Your whole life will go by in not knowing of who you are

Instead you took a step from center which now seems afar

There is tho a way to get back

There are three sides to everything and that is a fact

It is that the two sides that are really the same

Both good and bad are of its name

But no one ever sees what holds them together

That it has been here eternally and will be forever

It is in the TAO*, the Wuji and when one does enter

They become balanced, present and also centered

Hence then one no longer wishes a door to go through

But to be the observer as Divine consciousness knows what to do

Eternally sitting with deities  and point events from dharma

To have those who seek to ridding themselves of KARMA

Until the day comes when everyone lives their own truth in seeing

That is the day when they see themselves from salvation in every sentinel being

Dom*Colucci © 2019

Fall down with frosting so sweet*

Fall down with frosting so sweet*

The ending of fall is coming soon

There is a bit of nip in the air, right in tune

December has come in with vengeance and a slam

Blizzard conditions cover all where it stands

Piles and piles of dust so white

Even this white is seen in the night

Wind takes the flakes into a frivolous dance

Mixing others in synchronistic romance

All feeling freely with one last chance to fly

Once on the ground remains cold before it dies

One can see how this appears as sugar frosting shows

This is how sweetness of the season comes, when it snows

Dom*Colucci © 2019

 

No-thing sees all*

No-thing sees all*

Mind that sees emptiness

No-thing to hold onto or suppress

Blank canvas where one travels about

No reason, explanation, troubles or doubt

A path clear that where one shall go

For it is that one who is always present will know

This one knows that forever shall be

Eternity is a place where one not looks but sees

Hence that one has found within a one way direction

Origin has been found, there are no corrections

That one is now home and consciousness is Divine

No longer is that one to searching as here is its find

Dom*Colucci © 2019

Drowning in a tear*

Drowning in a tear*

Rough is the crust as we call terra ferma earth

Rock in the middle of nowhere since the dawn of birth

A gathering and mixture of things to find root

Once their feet have been planted they begin their own truth

Passing is many days and also nights too

Breaking away from the shell the seed knows what to do

It is its wisdom that has been sought in what was kept within

And knows of its life in where it begins

But earth may have its moisture and becomes parched and dry

It then has to wait for the clouds with emotion, break down and cry

And when that happens the soil has a happy ground

But it is the river's punishment, for when it rains the river drowns

Dom*Colucci © 2019

Flight is light*

Flight is light*

Flight of the nomads in the sky

Lightly with moisture, not a dose to cry

A journey that pulls you one way ahead

You take that route not lower but higher instead

Drifting you are in a conscious state so free

Using an intuitive state that you can see

You come across a mountain as its breaths you in

You exit slowly to cross another once again

Your touch is freely and your purity is divine

You are a Soul* that watches over one so fine

So now you have been created with this freedom so light

It is time to move onward with other clouds in flight

Dom*Colucci © 2019