Nothing makes everything go*

Nothing makes everything go*

Once it was here, a blank spot

It moved on from that time it forgot

Manifestations in nature came along

Placed them meticulously all over, where they belong

But it did not stop here as it seen a clue

Letting go and forging ahead, something in view

Rolling in rhythm on top of the rocks

Openness was its mantra, nothing was blocked

As it pulled everything with it from behind

But tho it had a past but not the end of the line

It is to be striving ahead you gotta keep on the go

If you stop you will die, remember that life goes with the flow

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When it is done, you will see the sun*

When it is done, you will see the sun*

Arisen in the east, the daylight begins

Another time opens up to do it once again

A walk across the heavens with clouds and blue sky

It is a bright whirling ball of energy, as this flies by

Finally after it shown itself in the surround

Seems like the day was done now for the sun to go down

But if you wish to see this once again when the day is done

You have to go on the other side of the moon to find the sun

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Where is the finger?*

Where is the finger?*

Without motion

Without attachment

Without it all

It just sits there meditating in a void

No place to go to

Internal is its stillness

Roundness suspended

No-thing to hold it strong and very tightly

It does not fall and no anticipation 

Forever touches it all around but yet its presence is overwhelming to be here

The moon*

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The poem, gracefully home*

The poem, gracefully home*

Once upon a time no words were spoken

A subtle rhythm came and then silence was broken

It came from the heavens, it was a cloud 

Little drops of rain and thunder so loud

Drizzling down to find a container below

Filling up in mighty numbers, this began to flow

Fluidity makes it move rapid and fast

Hurrying up ahead of itself no time to cling onto a past

As where it was going to Source, its home

But along the journey in doing so, carefree it became a poem

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I came here to be no longer*

I came here to be no longer*

There once was a place where there was a long sleep

Eyes that did not see its truth as deep it doth keep

But something was about to happen, a bright new moment came

This total blindness was no longer the same

Everything all at once came alive

Seems what was held back this all survived

Bright and radiance with love all around

It manifested itself into the world without a sound 

It grew from its abundance happily as it seemed

Yes there was no more going back to a dream

It enjoyed a dance of gentle winds

A continuous plushness of a season again and again

But something was felt no longer to be here

Something was moving away no longer to be near

What could this be as it slowly moving along

Feels like something missing soon to be gone

Oh my goodness, leaves on the trees are starting to change

It is getting colder now, this was not the same

Soon I  was watching on how all things depart

All was withering away, something was about to start

I watched things taken away and took it all in view

It seems I became helpless in not knowing what to do

I guess it was my turn next, I had to allow

My experience was then taken away as I was no longer here now

Dom*Colucci © 2016

Let fate take care of all*

Let fate take care of all*

There are some things in life that you must leave alone

They know of what they are on their own

In non involvement they are kept intact

When they are ready they shall react

Fret not in being impatient and letting it wait

Remember that all things alone know of their fate

It is something inside them that they wish to see

But for now you must know to let them be

Dom*Colucci © 2016

Student is the teacher*

Student is the teacher*

Let me know of these teachings within

Let me know on where I should begin

Show me this path that leaves no trace

To transcend which is here in this space

Where there is nothing that is really taught

And to have no search in what is to be sought

To understand like the flower on how it grows

And the seed on its journey in what it knows

Oh yes I know you have seen this before

Where you come from, where wisdom is more

To understand this with no trial or test

Where speech is not spoken and all is wordless

Dom*Colucci © 2016