Poetry

The Garden of Bliss

In the garden of bliss there are no formulas no principles only the sun blazing away unknown All to all sweet as infinite love has no opposite pure perfect absolute beyond the mind beyond thought no intermediate direct silent Presence

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Who Am I?

If it’s not the bodily sensations, the thoughts, the perceptions if it’s spontaneous, effortless if it’s not focused or contracted but expanded and unfocused if it’s not in time, or in space Then it must be already that way: already witnessing, seeing, aware, boundless, ever-present, happy, uncaused in its nature, It must be what Is,…

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Poem: My Head Is Gone

My Head Is Gone Went home and discovered My Home is everywhere Sand blasted through time My foot is a radio Picking an Infinite line Zero definition But so sublime Quiet body, Quiet mind … Love is an Atheist Utterly blind To conditions Right left forward or behind Scriptures flow fast away like rain God…

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The Paradoxes Along the Path

(Click here to jump down to the list of paradoxes) There are many paradoxes one encounters, or should I say can “glimpse”, along the path towards knowing one’s true nature. As you notice how your experience is formed and get clues it’s not just given by outside events, you start to detect that there’s something…

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