One must sleep before they are awakened*

One must sleep before they are awakened*

Every bit of detail in life evaporates 

On to another section that it creates

Gone is what you have just seen

Like it was enveloped in the open it seemed

For  it was a motion picture moving on

Turn your head and blink your eyes, it's done

Nothing is anchored down

Even from silence, the slightest of sound

Yet this movie continues to prevail

So then this illusion becomes a fairy tale 

To the one in the hub watches this wheel

How this illusion entices the Soul* to steal

As the wheel continues its movement on its way

To the enlightened one, it has broke free not to stay

Still no matter what in this sea of nothingness

The only fulfillment from nothing more is balance to nothing less

To be that one that becomes wise to what it takes

Just learn to let go, open your eyes and become Awake

Dom*Colucci © 2016

The ending came as it croaked*

The ending came as it croaked*

A nice afternoon is where I begin

I arrive at a pond to meditate within

Joyful as this is peace that it brings

I am underneath a locust tree, songbirds start to sing

I affix my self in an opening near the reeds

Ready to look inside myself, a moment to be free 

I sit  in a lotus position, I fit my being centrally as I stay

Now I am in my focus, my eyes turn inward in a gaze

It all comes together this feeling of bliss and to be still

I have made it to the other side without effort to my will

The world around me has enveloped me in such peace

Even right Now from raging winds this all came to a cease

I go a little deeper and a more placid sense of calm

I open my eyes a bit and see no ripples on the pond

The trees in a distance little movement as they stay

It is like they do ZAZEN, in the night and all day

But out of all this a little utterance from the wind as it spoke

When I awakened out of this, it was because a bull frog just croaked

Dom*Colucci © 2016

Journey to end with the light*

Journey to end with the light*

Life one day started out like a candle stick

Inside of it was its path, the wick

Once it was on its way to be lit

This light took direction and that was it

Melting it was through the moments in time

Each spot through this it made, oxygen it did find

Lower and lower the wick burned through

A steady flame that knew what to do

No longer was it to be upright and firm

It just kept moving onward, the wick it did burn

Dissolving with itself, a waxy build up in the blend

A lit step at a time, nearing it's end

One thing that was noticed, expiration so near

It was the past of this candle, that was slowly to disappear 

Once things are in motion there is only one thing do

Is surviving in the next moment, something they must go through

Like are friend the candle not goo from it's blend

But was it great use on the path from beginning to end

Dom*Colucci © 2016

The route (root) of fruit*

The route (root) of fruit*

So tender and wise is the seed

Before it comes for the world and its need

It knows how a vital role it plays

That in its maturity of patience for days

The moment that it begins to grow

It removes its shell, wisdom starts to show

A pattern that was learn before it came

To be on the path, be assertive and remain

Upward it grows, a poke through the ground

Making its trunk from roots to bark without sound

Leaves from limbs a fashion to be made

But of course a protection from heat with its shade

Blessed is the day when the fruit comes to be

Popping out sporadically all over the tree 

But it waits for the moment for it to release

A certain calm within its trunk and tension begins to cease

Now as the moment has come from being attached

As it knew when it was a bud that merged from its hatch

Flourish and prosper, leaves the parent alone

As now it belongs to the Universe on its own

Oh wondrous and beautiful that something to ripen sweet

And then to fall gracefully in front of its parents feet

An apple that now has become delicious fruit

But it all started from the seed within it and made it from a root

Dom*Colucci © 2016

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

Dom*Colucci © 2016

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

Dom*Colucci2016

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*

Dom*Colucci © 2015