Vibrations filling lungs
Train of thoughts
Behind the eyes
People in same space
Words flying around
Hitting into eardrums
Reactions arising
Only to pass away
Replaced by new born ones
Creation of meanings
Personal perceptions
Drama in Dhamma
Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Rise n Fall
Vibrations flowing
Into the ear
Flodding the brain
In delightful music
Reaction initiated
Like Dominoes
One after another
Emotions rising and falling
Into the ear
Flodding the brain
In delightful music
Reaction initiated
Like Dominoes
One after another
Emotions rising and falling
Tragedy of Knowing
All people
Brothers n sisters
Enemies n foes
Same are we all
Bound by believes
Living a lie
Inevitably trying
Towards happiness
And immortality
Reaching through time
With each strive
With each thought
By saying "I Know"
Bringing tragedy
To the whole world
Brothers n sisters
Enemies n foes
Same are we all
Bound by believes
Living a lie
Inevitably trying
Towards happiness
And immortality
Reaching through time
With each strive
With each thought
By saying "I Know"
Bringing tragedy
To the whole world
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Insight into Suffering
Eardrums humming
In the lowest key
Pressure hanging
Behind the eyes
Focus blurring
Exploding into scenery
Of unstoppable fury
Made of thoughts
Armies of ants
Crawling under skin
Nails desiering
To fly into battle
Rejection is futile
Trying to dismantle
Whats made
Of ignorance n greed
Wave after wave
Hitting into the portside
Rocking the vessle
Ripe to be sunk
Inbreath fighting in
Outbreath falling heavy
The belly is dancing
To the death-song of becoming
In the lowest key
Pressure hanging
Behind the eyes
Focus blurring
Exploding into scenery
Of unstoppable fury
Made of thoughts
Armies of ants
Crawling under skin
Nails desiering
To fly into battle
Rejection is futile
Trying to dismantle
Whats made
Of ignorance n greed
Wave after wave
Hitting into the portside
Rocking the vessle
Ripe to be sunk
Inbreath fighting in
Outbreath falling heavy
The belly is dancing
To the death-song of becoming
Monday, October 3, 2011
Creation
Kneeling down
Before the sunrise
World of becoming
Behind the eyeballs
Into fragments gone
Naked feet touching
The soil wet from dew
Heavy clay calling
Reminding the body
Where it springs from
Dew drop like tunder
Into two bright sides
Breaking the mind
Into Moon and Sun
Creation of dawn
Dreams like a fog
Sliced with light rays
Dissipating into
An awakened eye
A bright day unfolding
Before the sunrise
World of becoming
Behind the eyeballs
Into fragments gone
Naked feet touching
The soil wet from dew
Heavy clay calling
Reminding the body
Where it springs from
Dew drop like tunder
Into two bright sides
Breaking the mind
Into Moon and Sun
Creation of dawn
Dreams like a fog
Sliced with light rays
Dissipating into
An awakened eye
A bright day unfolding
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Sensing
Soft in the fist
Warmth is flowing
Inwithin the heart
Spider web forming
Licking the wound
Bones sticking out
Hole in the body
Bleeding without
Pain in the chest
Sharp like a steal
Falling within
Something to feel
Warmth is flowing
Inwithin the heart
Spider web forming
Licking the wound
Bones sticking out
Hole in the body
Bleeding without
Pain in the chest
Sharp like a steal
Falling within
Something to feel
Sleeping beauty
Behind closed eyes
A beauty is asleep
High up on the fluffy
White soft clouds
Head covered with
Fields of strawberries
Hair gone wild
All over the face
Dreamer in dreams
Like fish in the ocean
Feeling at home
This beauty is asleep
A beauty is asleep
High up on the fluffy
White soft clouds
Head covered with
Fields of strawberries
Hair gone wild
All over the face
Dreamer in dreams
Like fish in the ocean
Feeling at home
This beauty is asleep
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