A Silent and Blank Mind (Spiritual Poem)

Some people think mainly in words.
Others in images and scenes.
Most seem to combine the two.

Inner silence as a spiritual ideal is incomplete.
It's the same to strive for merely a clear mind.

An awake one seems to be quiet
and blank with no phrases, no scenery.

To not release into both is to continue suffering.
Your inner words describe your inner visions.

Your mind images describe your thought sentences.
Release them both and be at peace in the present.

A Relaxed Easiness to the Day (Spiritual Mini Rant)

    There's an easiness to the day after spiritual awakening.  The stresses which we have attached to everything dissipates.  We have allowed them to do so.  We have no reason to grasp them any longer.

    The events and people of the day come and go, without expectations of how they should be.  Easy interact, easy disengage at every moment.  The next events and people will soon flow past as well.  Here it comes.  Now it's gone.  No big deal.

All difficulties were only in our minds.  Our minds did the clinging to misery.  What is easy and enjoyable to you here and now?  Do that.  Let your mind wonder in the present.

The Self Suffers Desire and Lack (Spiritual Poem)

Not wanting is a form of desire.
What you grasp for is the same as what you push away.

Suffering is an urge to gain what we lack.
Suffering is a need to be rid of something.
Only a false self can have things added or subtracted.

No Self has no possessions.
No Self has no lack.
No Self cannot comprehend "not enough".
No Self can never have too much.

Peace has no concept of itself.

Our False Divisions (Poem on Awakening)

Separate things are

invented by human minds.

Interconnection does not

accept our opinions.

False divisions equal

our anxieties.

Retreat and melt

Into peace and sanity.

The Self Arises then Imprisons

The self comes into being and jumps into incarceration.

"I believe"... bang! The cell door closes.

"I must have"... click!  The lock engages.

"I don't want this!"  The self lies down on its cot.

We must realize the self is the prison and the guard.

Leave it all behind for the herenow parole.

The Near Future Flows in (Spiritual Poem)

Open to a mild anticipation

The near future flows in

Unfolding, the moment is gone again

What is there to grasp?

Why torture ourselves in past and far futures?

Individual Infinities (Spiritual Poem)

The release of the self implies no individual soul.
Group behavior implies collective species soul. 

Fractals imply infinite information
within finite boundaries, all connected,

all spiraling in similarity.

 

Infinite within and infinite without:
a better description of reality and experience.