[ simple truths, perhaps, dept. ]
(2010)
~ Why I write
There is within
an urge that drips,
An urging to release
the confined meaning of words
and ceaseless sighing.
To free “freedom”
from speculations
about what it is.
To explore that sadness of failure,
that false gladness,
that identity you’ve worked
so longingly to construct,
that fabrication of what
real pleasure might be,
that image so heavy
long in its maintenance.
And to truly see
that mind is just
thought.
And thought is
ideas we believe
about reality.
Vaporware.
Love remains when thought
falls away.
Truth remains when falseness
falls away.
Peace remains when struggle
falls away.
~ Where friends meet.
This side,
in the cage of the minds
imagination
the known is treaded,
treaded worn and bare by
minds’ manufactured
ideas of reality.
The other side
where friends meet,
is all possibility,
all potential
All love flowing into a strangeness
of open unknowing
strong as nature,
a force untouched
by senses and mind.
~ Living here.
The suddenness of reality
takes my last defense
and I am rendered
into one mighty breathe
surrendered to this vast
communion of spirit
this sparkle in being
always and at once,
timelessly here.
~ The world began when I was three.
The world began when I was three
Life became this stranger called “me”.
I carelessly picked up
an identity whose entity
was founded
in opposition
in position
in imposition
I put on that pretense of “me”.
That heritage of personhood so human and divine,
That early separation into “yours” and “mine”.
Ah, it was a temporary confusion
naturally born in time,
one this One
Infinity
infinitely
in form repeats
to see its Self
as “me.”
~ Love leads.
Love leads, I follow
stepping in and out of the drama,
dancing into and out of this world.
Still, Nothing moves.
~ Perhaps you too will enjoy a little quiet tea with these true and pithy sayings of Wu Hsin:
“Needs are organic, whereas wants are self-centric”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Kyn1okNEDc
