~ZEN*~Inspirations~

Sunday, February 5, 2023

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

Saturday, January 7, 2023

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

Monday, December 26, 2022

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

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

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?

Sunday, November 27, 2022

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

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