Gripped by uncertainty I fled to India shambolic and desperate seeking light to deliver me from the dark horrors of Melbourne life. I wanted God in a hurry and India had over thirty million of them , I wasn’t greedy, one would do, as there sure as hell wasn’t one back in the jungle of […]
Early morning silence is not like other parts of the day. They say in space there is no sound just deathly silence one hundred percent pure like drinking a river from its source. Crystal clear without contamination. I lived up in the high country. I would rise around the time of this writing, open my […]
Swallow the universe Till nothing is left Become silence !
The pure wind never stops it beats within (hridaya) the unknowable essence of your heart. As someone said, don’t think, do. Nothing dies. We are part of life’s circle. You are the wave that fans the ocean of always returning.
There is no silence while breathing early morning sounds of frog somewhere, incense dying along the light, one hundred breaths take so long . Then why does life seem short. Heart Sutra chanted softly , frog sound nothing but leaking tap.
Outside my hut I saw old man owl Looking at me Seeing me You are you I cried !
The only time I ever Discovered peace Or lost myself or More to the point Found myself was When I gave up trying Though in the finding I wasn’t there That’s the best part Because the you Becomes the We No words can describe That boundless Frontier
There was something about his face A strange sort of sexuality not man , not woman Integrated into something profound A flower has no gender nor does chocolate Yet the perfume of both sends you into rapture Peace be with you , I kissed the priest full on the lips Sorry I mumbled, not a […]
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