Sunday, June 25, 2023

O' true route*



O' true route* 


This spot always existed, which is here

Nothing more or less, crystal clear

It was made to be of its purpose in its place

No other area in the surround is to my space


I bring for whatever is in the spot along

It is rhythm in the heart that makes this song

A frequency that is connected with attitude with mind

The higher the positive frequency the better the find


When arrival is attained and the match suits

All that is now here will always be the route

So the situations in life stem from this frequency to be

Directing to true self and then no suffering can now one see


Dom*Colucci  © 2023

Sunday, March 12, 2023

You will never leave here



 You will never leave here


Dawn of the day

Light is the way

Seeing what is here 

Knowing its crystal clear

Gone is the past

The future did not last

Why ponder?

Duality is to wander

Nowhere to go

Fret not it will show

Wisdom will be

Thine truth is free

Dissolve and go away

Guess what? It's another day


Dom*Colucci © 2023

Sunday, February 5, 2023

The dream is suffering*



The dream is suffering* 


A dream in one's mind's eye arises

Faint illusions not allowed for the wisest

Holding on in anticipation with cause to seek

Pulling further away in temptation to peek


The anchor has bound the being to the stake

Ignorance is bliss and hard to break

One does not realize where they are and who as well

No outside influence can murmur a sound to tell


So then the being suffers into each moment for something to be sought

But look again where they are in temptation a lure to be bought

There is nothing in an external that ever can bring oneness to be

The mind chasing itself in its bondage never to be free

 Dom*Colucci © 2023

Saturday, January 7, 2023

Destination returning*



Destination returning* 


Once in a lifetime the air stood still

The atmosphere was cool, a bit of a chill

A street had a dead-end sign I could see

But I was not going that way, somewhere else to be


A few houses in a row the old type you know

Victorian era with porches, they seem to put on a show

A fat black and white cat scurried off to the left

It took off so fast, it had something to fret


But I was only there for a while and had to return where I came

To visit that spot familiarity to be the same

When I arrived at my destination, I was not alone

I came back with a pizza for dinner at home


Dom*Colucci © 2023

Monday, December 26, 2022

To ("C") see in the one and enters*



To ("C") see in the one and enters*  


As the days go by and the older one gets

Still in the search as you ain't seen nothing yet

So, what is one to do in this quest?

To keep moving onward until expiration is one's rest?


Many will not see this as they are taught in what they are to learn

But there's another side away from non-sense if one returns

And that side is that one whole and complete

To seek what is within in merge of the SOUL* to meet


Yes, it is of balance, and it holds harmony too

And from that it already knows of the who are you

That is where all life stems and emanates one has entered

Suffering is now no longer as this one has found their center


Dom*Colucci © 2022


Know one to no one*



Know one to no one*


Does anyone know who God is?

Does anyone know that God exists?

The whole world is in commotion 

But no one comes up with this notion


That ignorance is bliss to its taste

And the SOUL* goes to a wrongful waste

And yet people go through a struggle day by day

Hating each moment in having their way


But that is OK that no one sees but looks

In search of answers through others and books

But sorrowful as it seems though I laugh

That everyone seems to be a joke or a gaffe


So, I continue in my silence and become still

That the day will come but only until

All will be unhooked and no longer latched

From the God within and the ego unattached


Dom*Colucci © 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


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...