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.

And amazing things can happen

Who knows the life-hoping lightness
That mirrors the death-dealing
Weight of mortal worries
The sunlit path is there

For the spirit’s easy contentment
Circumstance is not an obstacle
But an opportunity
A loving mirror

For you to become stronger
To face what you were
Meant to face like hardship
With a good attitude

And normal trials
With a sense of
Compassion and fortitude
There is no formula to

Follow, only the course
Nature has set before you
So follow it, with a measure
Of grace and the recognition

That everything passes with ease
The present becomes the past
And what once seemed like
The future becomes a dream

Love sorrow, when she knocks
At the door, permit all feelings
To enter your house and exit
Through the back window

If necessary, utterly alone or
Utterly all together, it amounts
To a minute shift of perspective.

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KINGDOM OF ANGELS

i

Barefoot as an unremembered dream
I’ve felt a calling before Time
Well before the pull of necessity
Delicate as childlike fantasies
I felt a spiritual mission as bright
As other unmet worlds, fast friendship

ii

With ideas, impressions, faces, angels?
A hunger too subtle to explain
Outside of Sanskrit terminology
I’ve heard lullabies too surreal to conjure

iii

A jazz of Goddesses outside my limits
Beside a neighbor’s house, that represented
Everyone, the fading illusion of you and me
I’ve felt on my skin, a prophecy of the deepest blue

iv

The skyline of stars over my head
Quartz waves of Heaven’s fragrance
The honeyed embrace of a galactic telepathy.

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MY SOLE AND EXCLUSIVE STANDARD

i

You do not just hold my hand
You hold the affections of my Universe
Without one thing all would be useless
“Oneness”, unity, empathy, connection
Call it what you may, it’s here
After a life of being abandoned

ii

It’s by stealth and fire and trials
That we come to realize
We all belong and are carried eternally
Already you see I have escaped
From you, the drama, the mystery

iii

It’s all gone, I’ve come to an understanding
With the world, with existence
I’m determined to befriend everything
In a platonic ideal beyond appearances
That embraces all creeds, cultures, religions
So called separate divisions, all aliens

iv

You do not just hear my voice
You feel my spirit in my language
And that’s all I can ask for
Without this it would be useless
To attempt to communicate shared meaning.

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SONG OF POETRY

i

All literature and anthologies
Celebrates what I assume you shall assume
For a unity of atoms in hearts
As distant as the big-bang to the furthest galaxy
Writing is then a leaning and a loafing
A waiting for poetry to start

ii

My tongue to my blood
My children to my ancestors
It all started from an original energy
That can still be observed in the summer grass
My soul speaks sometimes, so I listen
Across centuries, to a thousand poets

iii

I hear their songs in me, hoping for beauty
And the distillation of a lifetime of observation
I am mad for it to be in contact with me
The full-noon arpeggio of my greatest works
Perhaps I shall never discover the love-root
The undisguised heart of the language
Of the spirit for which I seek

iv

The mystic thrill beyond words surely
But I wait for the lyrics of a silk thread
For some golden and silver moment
When my vowels listen for greatness by the shore
And I steal a play of shine of forever
And infinity washes over me changing
My cells, my brain, my organs my expression
The meaning of poems is finally to be liberated.

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COMFORT IN THE IDEA OF GOD OR GOOD

i

Beginning my studies on the first world
Which I had been born, I looked to you
To teach me and greet me with Love

ii

That famous biography we both read
The Truth, of evolution and beginnings
God wasn’t something that came
To our minds naturally, we believed we believed

iii

In Him, like so many other artificial
Dead clarities, fictions invented by men
Like the need for war, dominance, superiority, patriotism

iv

I gave in to sense, to the consciousness in forms
To eyesight, appreciation of beauty
Imagination with music, hearing faith

v

In the sound of the rain, or the
Faint clues of why we had been born
So recently, into such a Chaotic order

vi

These objects of reward, and punishment were
Primal, the dopamine-switch inherently misguided
Anarchic, appearing at intervals of pleasure
The signal of ecstatic songs, the faces preferred
It all seemed a breach of our inherent liberty

vii

The idea that we were free, attachment was necessarily
A device of the character, the role, the animal
Not the soul or anything particularly noteworthy.

After Language

The Definition of Love is That Definition of all You can see it in the Trees In the Analysis of water, space, earth It’s a definition of beauty personified Evolution in nature and mind We play at her game of …

Treatise on Eckhart Tolle

The power of now means to be grateful
For always this moment, aware
Of the design of the universe around you
You are what you were meant

To be, how could it be any other way –
Watching energy move around you
You become one with life
It’s an exchange of change in time-space

The way we transcend, bridge, progress
Until being at ease grows natural
Once we never thought it would be
We restrict ourselves or learn to let go

There is no other way, learning to
Find a foundation for abandoning
Discontent, blaming, complaining, self-pity
It’s essential no matter what to sometimes

Learn to forget the self, whether it be
Through art, or in service to beloved ones
The power of now means not to let
Small things disturb you, problems are

Where you look for problems to be,
And bliss is the place that has learned
To see herself like a vision of gold
It doesn’t matter who comes, or who goes
When we amount to all about the same force.

Weightless we stirred ashes with our hands

Weightless are our holy words
with breaths from owlish darkness
our swooning shoulders cannot move
without thought, without poetry

We bury our fingers in the inner voice
to bring up the alchemy of water
where our empty body is pure energy
We scatter ourselves, moving light

with the serenity of our minds
we run through gates of sunshine
to find the words that move us
from brightness to blindness

Weightless, we are a unity of undoing
creating on seven strings the pillars of salt
that will crease the page as a pure sky
with wings of fire and gentle radiance
our words were meant to pour the oil of care.

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It is your choice

Embrace mystery, relish in the unknown
rejoice in the experience of knowing less
and loving more, the infinite depth

of oneness in multiplicity, unity in diversity
The Universe is mysteriously great
rejoice in the metaphors of large and small

and loving more, creation is boundless
once you have started appreciating miracles
the mundane seems slow and unremarkable

once you have started seeing beauty everywhere
the beloved in everyone, bliss in every touch
ugliness and disharmony disappear –

Embrace creation, relish in the event of witnessing
if you start looking at life with a formidable joy
how much of your sad existence would disappear?

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This Soil Spilt Through My Hands

we’ve ignored each other for a long time
been cruel to each other for profit’s gains
short-term, we’ve strictly ignored the environment
with nothing to usurp patriarchy

I’ll avoid the superpowers because of competition
when I was a boy I loved the world more
cared about things, believed that I would
roughtumble the divine forever

we were very close
God and I and all of nature
we’ve ignored each other for a long time
but gradually I was led to hate you

because of religion and higher powers
we were turned against each other
to make others rich, we lost blood over it
to make other rich, we ruined our planet

we spilled toxic waste to hide
our wrong-doings without long-term sight
i’ll avoid the penalties, I’ll make sure there are none
i have no conscience for descendents

but i cannot ignore you forever
i cannot live on this soil indefinately
my own pollution will cause me to die
God and I and nature, and all of you
will be find each other in other forms.

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Descendant Divinity

Rest with me history of Ancestors
I can feel my descendants in what I do
As surely as the wind moves the wheat
Jewels shine in my mind to be brought
Into the hall of clear colors
My soul is a captive of seas of light
Why is the glitter too powerful
For this stone-bright place?
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With silver crashing and metal
In the rainbow confusion of frequency
O glass of the statues and idols
O filaments of amber, heights of ivory
Weight of my spirit, O’ powdery gold
Flame of earth, golden disc of foundations
Body of emerald, treasures of portals
Rest with me my faithful Ancestors
Arrive after me intelligent Descendants
I know Divinity has more gifts for you.

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