Trouble

Trouble now

however subtle

within ourselves, mirrored in the world, whether we see it, or no.

every moment, a subtle pull, an urge for a scratch

intimate with life and being

vanished momentarily by a kiss, a wonder, a gift

later returning

Distraction calls a sirens call away from now, this moment.

Anger flares reality intrudes against pleasure and control,

only to fall victim to itself and extinguished.

the self, forever arising like the sun bringing movement and furry coming not even to peace, it eats the world and our lives running from the trouble that is waiting.

surrender to this trouble it is the doorway that leads to what I do not know,

It may be heaven and god, or hell and suffering, or simply

beyond words or concepts, really no choice, so go forward, and perhaps, see.

Peace or enlightenment, is not the absence of trouble but moment by moment,

greeting it as family, that came, for cup o coffee.

Non-Linear Trajectory

I like to pretend I’m in control

That I know what is happening

and where I this will all end

I’m so gratefull that this insanity

is not constant, today.

Now humbly with pain

I can be sunedered

from some of my ego

remembering that I

Will go whither I am thrown

And that my only choices

Are subtle, and lovely.

This Sadness

Like a heavy stone lid, thick dark and obfuscating

Its appears to rest grave upon your brow

Heavy and painful in the dawn light of life

I imagine a sarcophagus sealing not death, but life

The waters of darkness become grief fluid

Always this mystery of life from death

Unknown gifts await those who are willing

To risk the plunge into an unimagined future

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Rejecting Local Realisim

Always this reluctance

To attempt the impossible

Washing away our mingled scent and essence

Your molecules deep in my being

Coming into orbit in my soul

There is a resonance in our fields

So exquisite it hurts, this connection of

Karma and love calling inseparable

Incessantly demanding surrender

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Silence so Loud

I’m quiet in some mute way

I feel deaf to the madness that

Dominated “me” for so long

It speaks quietly now in my heart

Calling me towards others suffering

As well as my own past, an opening of heart

To a unknown vulnerability I had suspected

Lay in wait, within the labyrinthine paths of soul.

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Grasping And Aversion

Grasping And Aversion

We all know these actions of the ego,
Which seems so inseparable from the self
Without detachment & awareness.

Pain is at the heart of both in the end
For me.

I slowly come to trust in the path
Beneath my feet

Somehow I find compassion within my heart

Natural Buddha nature, unsought, awakens.

Letting go of judgment, hope, and fear

I practice to abide, gently, in the world
As together, we breathe

Past & Future

I’m so scared to be alone, not in the moment, but in the future. The future scares me. I think it scares us all. I can be calm, here, in the light of the campfire of the now, in the dark I wander lost between the inviolate moonscapes of the past and the twinkling star glimmers shining, bringing me my future in their dying light, long extinguished, far away.