Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Ignorance cannot see itself*

 




Ignorance cannot see itself*

 

The flower that has strayed off the path

Seen the life outside itself became its wrath

Tormented and kicked all around

Plucked of the petals and hurting sound

Now it no longer stands so tall

Because of dominance, it became so small

 

Dom*Colucci 2010

No reflection is seen through*

 



No reflection is seen through*

 

Crystal clear reflecting pond

You sit in peace with your own calm

Not a ripple from the wind above

But touched with silence and balance of love

Now that this has made you so as you see

The pond of reflection is now the pond of transparency

 

Dom*Colucci 2010

Opened door at the top*

 



Opened door at the top*

 

One enters the womb in the woods

Mother Nature shrouds that one as it should

Ever so moving and climbing, I prevail

Moving along upward, on a mountain trail

Each step has moved and advanced once more

To the top where the summit is, this is the open door

 

Dom*Colucci 2010

Patient wonder of here now*

 



Patient wonder of here now*

 

Where does this go as I seen nothing yet?

Keep moving forward and get what you get

It is your teacher in showing you, basically you

No more in life, nothing to go through

You have found yourself to be here in whole

This is how the being knows of itself, this is the Soul*

 

Dom*Colucci 2010

Endurance to be clear*

 

Endurance to be clear*

 

Walking and climbing the way is up straight

One keeps on enduring, clearing does not wait

The openness that makes this one in its blank

Opening more and more making many thanks

Soon the darkness will be left out

Once this happens clarity comes without doubt

 

Dom*Colucci 2010

A warm blanket of snow*



A warm blanket of snow*

 

Air becomes humid, moisture sets in

A cold front is brewing, what is going on again?

The mix of atmosphere warmth in its way

This cold front ushers in and brings snow for the day

A nice fine powder streaming to the ground

Blanketing the landscape without making a sound

 

Dom*Colucci 2010

No wonder of no memory*

 



No wonder of no memory*

 

One of remembrance is of no longer

The present in front appears to be stronger

Quick in turning in this moment to be

Allowance of all kinds in letting one see

For it is this wonderland to appear

Never left this place, as it was always right here

 

Dom*Colucci 2010

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...