WTF

Down the throat
Handful of nails
To swollow
The final breath

In the instant
Clenching fist
Blowing wind
From the South

Flying Moon
In slow motion
Accross the sky
In beholders eye

Bitter taste
Tongue is stuck
In the arising
On the leaf

Words of selfing
Made of dust
Flowing in space
Nobodys there

Bud-dho Bud-dho

Bud-dho Bud-dho
Back and forth
The handsaw flows

Bud-dho Bud-dho
The sacred sound
Chants the saw

Bud-dho Bud-dho
In and out
The breath blows

Bud-dho Bud-dho
Push and pull
The body dances

Bud-dho Bud-dho
This sweaty moment
Arises from mind

Blossom

Through the eye door
Into the field
Of consciousness
Assorted by
The conditioned mind
Feeling tone follows
Like vs Dislike
One is the winner
Happiness or Sorrow
Blossoms.

Refuge

The Body
Is the temple
For the Awareness
To Return to
On the Wings
Made of Breath

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.