Nowness

The being in flesh & blood
Bathing in the rays of sunlight
Bird's song ecchoing in the mind
Eyes meeting that whats born
Feet dancing just above the ground
Words fail to describe that which is now

In and Out of the Window

Staring eye
Looking at
The passing blink
Born into
A new sight

From within
The border line
Growing slightly
Into a cascade
Of shiney rays

Who is looking
From without
Into the eye
Is it the sun
Or the bright moon?

In and Out
Of the window
Looking continues
Arising and passing
Yet nobody is home

Phenomena In Flux

There is no you and I

but only breath-taking

phenomena in constant flux.
...

...

There is a sound

then a vision

frequency interrupted

by the Impermanent flow
paradox in slow motion.

The Jumping Magpie

On the top of the tree
A Magpie bird
is jumping
from one branch
to another.

The very same Magpie
is also jumping
in my mind
from one branch
to another.

Sailing the waters of Samsara

The whole Universe
Both Heaven & Hell
Ruled by the Karmic Wheel
Of becoming & dying.

The whole of Creation
Up and down
And all around
Is within the grasp of Anicca.

What is created
Is subject to rot
To disintergration
To dependent origination.

Whispering "there is a Self"
Or "there is Non-self"
Whispering "there is a Soul"
Or "there is No Soul"
Still echoes so Loudly
Because the Truth
Is far too subtle
To Be.

It seems overwhelming
The idea of liberation is
For such a tiny being
Sailing alone this vast
Ocean of Samsara
On the Dhammic raft.

Wake Up Urban Human

Life is passing you by
Urban Human
With each
Spring
Summer
Fall
and
Winter
While staring at your watch.

Passing by the life is
Do you hear Urban Human
While imprisoned
In between the walls
You are deaf
To the song of a Nightingale.

Feet walking on asphalt
Instead of green grass
Covered with morning dew
Hey Urban Human
Looking at the life
Through TV screen
Killing time
For the sake of boredom.

Life is passing away
Urban Human
With each breath you take
Not Silver nor Gold
Nor tick castle walls
Can stop the Death
From taking away
What Impermanent is.

Hey Urban Human
Living a fancy life
Life behind masks
And fake smiles
Behind suits and ties
Behind colorful makeups
Behind titles so sweet
Wasting a precious life
Of a Human kind.

Wake up Urban Human
Before death takes you away
Wake up!
Stop running away from your true nature
By placing continuously concrete and tarmac
On top of the very soil which feeds us all.

Phenomena

In the wave-like fashion
Oscillating
Between the realms
Of Devas and Hell-beings
Dhammas solidify
Into formations
Bound to pass away
Into re-birth.
So many waves
Make an Ocean.