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

Friday, September 30, 2011

Timeless actuality

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

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

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

One smile

Like a sunrise
Always new
Springs from silence
One smile for you

Blissful smile

Growing silence
Growing stillness
Expanding space
Propelled by
The blissful smile

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

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