Monday, December 26, 2022

Why am I who?




Why am I who?



 There is still a part of man

To this day he cannot understand

Where did he ever come from?

From the moment of birth until he is done

This has to be the greatest mystery played out

Ever theory he comes up with is fill with doubt

So, for the longest time he can be of and asks why

He will never get a clear picture in question to say;;;who am I?


Dom*Colucci © 2022


Sunday, November 27, 2022

The point never was missed at all*



The point never was missed at all*


 The center of all things is sacred indeed

It is where the shell of the fruit breaks from the seed

When it becomes ripened its wisdom begins to spew

It is like a strong attraction the Source drew


It is in direct communication, and it is with its guide

Effortless is in its embodiment to enjoy the ride

It already knows without knowing psynchronicity is its place

Nothing but balance from where it is, looking face to face


Seek no longer and nothing ever to learn

It was here before as it always was, still is. A return?

That ah ha moment that coincides as KARMA has disappeared

You will never leave from this point, as this point always was here


Dom* Colucci © 2022


Switching gears from reverse*



Switching gears from reverse* 


Though once there, I came from as it was

From the dimness with illusion nothing but fuzz

Nowhere was really a destination forward to align

Fog in the innards part of the mind


Truth was in cosmos not seen

Lies walk like neighbors in that dream

Everywhere was confusion that will not leave

No matter how hard freedom was here, I did not believe


But a pardon came with no dismay

It said, follow through and go this way

But I looked to see where this was, as nothing was around

"To follow what?" I said, space was the surround


Then I realized that there was no objective here to resist

It was about an inner truth that did exist

So, I began to go within and dissipate from the dream to drift

That now I knew it was always here and all I did was shift


Dom*Colucci © 2022 

Sunday, November 6, 2022

The center has no past*



The center has no past* 


Alone is the past as it sits by itself

Like a book in a bookstore tucked away on the shelf

No gatherings are there but only resting dust

That it had to go somewhere as it was a must


Nothing ever arises from it but memory lane

The mind cannot see clearly when it has this stain

People say that it seems we all learn from it

But in an awakened state this will not fit


So, what good does the past serve you if it is always now

Ushering in wisdom on a constant as this gets a bow

And the 4 characters of ZEN* speak suffer, joy, love and forget

As then we must say there is no past and you ain't seen nothing yet


Dom*Colucci © 2022


Sunday, October 23, 2022

Where did one go when nowhere is here?*



Where did one go when nowhere is here? *


What is that which is amongst time?

Does the consciousness know of what is mind?

No one really sees on how the function moves about

The skeptics in their logic and yet proving doubt


The obstacle keeps all those in the dark as no one is to see

Really all is in the box never to be free

A KARMIC delight holds on to the contempt

Judgment as a ritual as to nowhere it went


But lo to the awaken of true self is here

That to which is that cyclic now disappears

Where was this person when all was dim?

Why heck all one had to do is turn their eyes within


Dom*Colucci © 2022

Saturday, September 3, 2022

Movement sees you*



 Movement sees you*


Daylight sparkles amidst the trees

Sent out beautiful rays alive and free

Wondrous is this present nowhere else exists

Nothing to be lost or nothing to be missed


Lazy yet patient as perimeter drifts by

Noticing the clouds still in moving sky

A flow comes and has bee n taken in

Rhythm of all in the surround again and again


So, an afternoon has been absorbed into total peace

Clarity in my SOUL* to say the least

For this present I am engulfed. happy to be

To understand there is no search but within that I see


Dom*Colucci ©2022


Saturday, July 30, 2022

We'll see*

 


We'll  see*

In the early morn, I hear a brook

I turn to my side and take a look

But I do not see from a distance here

But is it not true that this is clear?


I could have heard a voice whispering in

And then my heart pulsating again and again

Is it because of where I am I am in tune?

From where I just was, I will find out soon


As my mind seems to fade away and disappear

All comes to peace and balance draws near

Noticing now, my SOUL* is next to me

Is this what I am looking for, we'll see


Dom*Colucci © 2022

Wind, a forced entry*

 Wind, a forced entry* A wind blowing day, is outside my door Whipping all around but don't know what for Maybe it is to show its streng...