Out of darkness
Shine and bright
Nowness creeping
Into light
Shadows turning
Into morning dew
Everything is wet
And so anew
Mind is looking
Into the sky
In a moment
Blink of an eye
Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Silence
Silence rising
From the bones
Marrow long gone
Into dust
Tunder passed
Away with lust
Mental image
Fabrication afloat
Wind is quiet
Silence lingers
Awaiting the next
Arising storm
From the bones
Marrow long gone
Into dust
Tunder passed
Away with lust
Mental image
Fabrication afloat
Wind is quiet
Silence lingers
Awaiting the next
Arising storm
Fist in the stomack
Vibrating shatter
Fist in the stomack
Towards the freedom
There is no sight
Just like a fleeting
Thought in the backround
Friends passing through it
Shadows dead now
Sounds of silence
Filling the skull
Echo thining out
From fields of sorrow
Fist in the stomack
Fist in the stomack
Towards the freedom
There is no sight
Just like a fleeting
Thought in the backround
Friends passing through it
Shadows dead now
Sounds of silence
Filling the skull
Echo thining out
From fields of sorrow
Fist in the stomack
Dukkha Nana
Under the skin
Like ants
Willing to escape
The sodom
Creeping sleezy
Breath behind
The neck
Sweathing cold
Drumming closing
In the scull
Pressing the nerv
Always there
Sitting inside
The freezer alone
The self is clenching
The bathroom door
Does it ever
Disappear in the clouds
As a memory
Of the Dark Night
Sinking in
The solid place
Where eyes see not
The new born day
Universe is
Behind the eyeballs
Never still
All melts into abstract
Like ants
Willing to escape
The sodom
Creeping sleezy
Breath behind
The neck
Sweathing cold
Drumming closing
In the scull
Pressing the nerv
Always there
Sitting inside
The freezer alone
The self is clenching
The bathroom door
Does it ever
Disappear in the clouds
As a memory
Of the Dark Night
Sinking in
The solid place
Where eyes see not
The new born day
Universe is
Behind the eyeballs
Never still
All melts into abstract
Mind
There is hair
There are ears
There is face
There are lips
There is neck
There is throat
There are shoulders
There are lungs
There is spine
There is skull
There are fingers
There is tong
There are teeth
There are eyeballs
There are innards
There are legs
There are nails
There are toes
There is skin
There is no mind to be found
There are ears
There is face
There are lips
There is neck
There is throat
There are shoulders
There are lungs
There is spine
There is skull
There are fingers
There is tong
There are teeth
There are eyeballs
There are innards
There are legs
There are nails
There are toes
There is skin
There is no mind to be found
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