Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Searching I am

Searching for myself
I am
Times and times again
I am
Plunging into the mind so deep
I am
Finding nothing but no self
I am
In the cascades of passing phenomena
I am
Until finding myself
I am
In the pupil of your eye
I am

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


Through the mist
On the eyelids
Of a sleepy mind
Sculpting a vision
In a sun light
Covered with morning dew
The Spider web is.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Summer Snow

This summer smells of snow
Through the nostrils
The fleet of clouds
Across the canvas
Moving as the wind blows.

A slap of cold breez
On one cheek
Humid warmth
On the other.

The night is falling dark
A Bat against the last daylight
A fox is hunting for Geese
Anticipation in the throat.
Key locking the door.

The Shadow of Us

In the sunset
Of good bye
The day waves
Leaving the shadow
Of us behind.