Thou Art Seen

Oh ye friend
you shall see what I saw
only in silence
in effortless effort

The mind
building its block
of idea as each brick
of moment its building
of holding on its cement
of time it takes shape
of delusional story came to be

With wisdom mighty light
shining through
the nature of mind
the blocks built
came a tumbling
and yet, and yet
it begins rebuilding
itself again

Who is the builder?
ignorance is seen
Who is the momentum?
grasping is recognized

Each rebuilding
its root deepens
an untold story defines
hence the world came to be
with no meaning in its beginning
to multiple meanings
of hate and desiring

And yet, and yet
strangely,
nothing really occurred
except mind playing up
its nature

Seeing makes colours and form real
Tasting makes taste darn irresistible
Smelling makes smell possible
Touching makes intangible, solid
and yes,
Hearing makes what’s not in existence a fantasy
All an orchestra of team
playing up in the mind

Where am I
Who am I
What am I

Embracing Vulnerability – Brene Brown Pt1

You Have Nothing, Not Even “You”

This moment is all you have
even this is not true
as nothing was given to you
and nothing taken away from you

Nature simply comes
and here it goes again
in continuum
endlessly
to say there is now
is entirely not true
to say there is no now
is also not true

there is no truth in both
as both are totally devoid of essence
devoid of time
devoid of space
where is real then
except its truth of transiency
as a meaning given to its process

in the now
your experience
my experience
are nothing more than that
leave as swiftly as it comes
to be repeated again
with each moment anew
yet nothing is new
except mind meeting its object
making idols out of it
creating the illusionary world

watch silently
in effortless effort
and you will find
“you” or “me” are false
being played up again and again
in the merry go round
of mind processes

who then is the one who knows?
who then is the one that watches?
it is not “some”one, dear
simply nature of
KNOW
awakened to what is

no body, no mind, no universe, no-thing
even this is not entire true…
for it is not about “no”
so so strange…