White Noise

White Noise

I was nothing before
I became someone
Was light, came from water
Went into the air
Or felt the Earth beneath
My toes and loved
The Universe before I knew
How old it was, grandmother cosmos
Do not dismiss the white noise
It is the quantum of everywhere
And I too am part of that
Until I decay and by whim
Become part of nature indistinct
Though intelligence is everywhere
And so I will listen in the silence
For the sound of the universe
Hear the voices of beings
Feel the experience of others
As if it was my own, that is
My gift, the identity of understanding
The empathy of centuries
The love of history reincarnated.

Mantra of the Nomad who died somewhere in Asia

Mantra of the Nomad who died somewhere in Asia

To a heart that is open
Everyone appears as a friend
To a mind that is still
The entire universe surrenders

It’s all in the way you smile
At the start of your day
And laugh at the end of the day
It’s all the peace one feels

When crossing the same river
Any river could have been home
I’ll keep butterflies as my companion
Not like I would want to

Trap any butterfly, they are much
More beautiful doing what they do
The same for flowers and
Forget the years, I’m going to

Leap duality on my way home
Home is where the heart is open
Home is where the mind is still
Home is the universe that waits for me
Home are the friends who live everywhere.

Lush

Lush

I had the courage to
Let go of thoughts
And found myself living in Silence

There highest knowledge
Was unbounded like a gold
Center of the void
Delimited by duality
I could see the unity-sphere

And I had the experience
Of nearness to emptiness
Tao is the source of these

Of unity, silence, emptiness
And I felt a sweet surrender
Letting go of what I wanted
Letting go of what I had planned
For something about the universe

That attracted me to living
In the moment, looking at
A flock of birds, or reading
The poem of the world
In fullness to myself
Reverberating with everything.

Hundreds of years after Zhuangzi

Happiness is the deep peace
That arrives when you
Observe the world with empathy
Wherever you look you feel

Empathy, identity, compassion
That is the bliss when
Your heart shall find peace
It will be at peace, and everything

You have done or been or thought
It will all find perfect acceptance
That’s the source of things
That’s how all beings become tolerant

And furthermore, immersed
In the Great Unity, they find
More joy than they knew
Was possible, in a harmony

That is dignified, benevolent and
Never striving for happiness
Because happiness comes from inside
All the while knowing that

Attachment is a clinging and a distinction
Better to have a boundless home
In the divine container of the universe
That’s the disinterested, amused and loving

Bliss of eyes dreaming in experience
The experience where the space
Between you and I vanishes.

Lessons from Aquarius

The Ego is that
And the pure self is This
Man is not intended to be
A self-centered being

He is not intended to be
Limited by form or by gender
Love is not meant to be a means
To profit descendants over others

Where there is conflict, there is ego
And where there is harmony, there is
Pure self, identity in others
Empathy for nature, for life, for

A bit of everything
Don’t let that unfathomable secret
Be hidden from you, don’t only
Settle for your own profit, it’s not enough

The secret Tao means to let go
And be a part of everything
Not to divide or create boundaries
But let the world in and go into the world

Then your ego will disappear and
Your self, will become the entire world.

Once upon a time you were free

Happiness is the absence
Of attachment, I know
It’s hard to believe
But in that freedom
You can empathize with
The cosmos, and are more
Aware of the unity-of-everything

Flow with whatever may happen
Let your mind be free
Stay centered in experience
A path is made by walking on it
Love is made by serving it
Happiness is turning inwards

In the solitude of awakening
Awakening to spiritual reality
Unposssessed by material things
It’s hard to believe bliss
Could be object-less, but
It’s only pleasure that requires objects.