I am likened to the murderer
I am also like the murdered
not that I am in their situation
but I am in the same situation.

I am like the trees
I am as like the mountains
and everything you can think of
even this, I am as like you.

you see, i am not a being 
nor can you call me a thing
but if you have an idea of me
I am already as like you.

you have never fathomed
nor have you ever considered
that I am not you nor, you is me
neither are you not me.

we have always been the same
not in form or shape
or even situation or place
but yet we are the same.

same should not be the word
for it tells of identical
but so far as how we come
and we go, we are the same.

we are not same as effect
but that is not true either.
we are same by the cause
which is not quite right too.

that is horribly confusing
you may think, and say
can’t you get to the point
even this, is the same.

forget about form
forget about resultants
forget even about causes
for they are no difference.

for all are conditionality
whether as arisen
or persist even further
or finally comes to end.

what difference does it make
be it in size or good
as young or being old
when all are but conditionality?

no difference are they all
if conditionality IS understood
as where there is cause, 
effect must comes be.

cause is not a thing
nor effect something
simply put, if there is a beginning
end must be.

with no beginning
how then be end
suchness is in all
and all is BUT conditionality.

aren’t we then bemused
it is just Conditionality
having it’s work done
sameness in all there is?

appearance is conditionality
disappeared is conditionality
not yet appear is conditionality
not able to appear is conditionality.

appear or disappear
is not caused by conditionality
appear or disappear
IS conditionality

reality does not do,
more so does it make
for there is no do or make
except no-twoness.

for that are we not the same?
form or no form
appear or disappear
all but Conditionality. 

what else is not conditionality
tell me, tell me,
if you could, that too is

conditionality is all there Is
at least here and now. 
Unconditioned is not that
rather unconditioned conditionality. 

form origin empty

concepts intended
the world appears
not noticing such
dual appeared
as object and mind.

intent made the world
from what thought out
foolishness its cause
with wisdom
this will be known.

object was the mind
but no longer the mind
as intent made it so
an effect now cannot reverse
but once was a cause.

foolishness its origin
intent comes to be
what appears next, concept
a dream-made state
likened a world “out there”.

cause made effect
effect, a result of cause
not seen its origin
looks two separate
as mind and object.

origin, timelessness
concept, time appeared
understood, timeless
not known, duration
wisdom, cause effect.

death calling

of late thought of death
comes frequently to mind
reminding the importance
of work to be done
and those needed undone.

each morning wakeup
comes an obvious whisper
of death remembrance
awaiting at the horizon
less I forget I too am mortal.

it does not come as dark or heavy
but a kind gentle reminder
that life is really getting short
and soon, too soon
all will be gone just as any dream.

amazed by the consistent reminder
of things I thought were important
yet when death comes a calling
they were all so trivial, useless
and totally meaningless.

how I have been deceived
by ignorance magic spell
seeking what is useless
forgoing what is useful
with each day leaving in vain

what then life is
only to meet death at its end
surely a hidden message
of which I may have overlooked
as I busy my days in pursuit.

tell me, tell me
what is my true purpose here
coming and leaving so soon
let no time be wasted
in unravelling my mystery of life.

wait in wait

I waited
you were not here
you waited
I was not aware
missing each presence
longing for meet.

as meet finally occurs
you for me
and I, for you
eye to eye,
longing for another.

your experience, yours
my experience, mine
never do we meet.
except thoughts meeting
and thoughts longing

waiting, meeting, longing
a delusion play,
a deception
always in vain
as nothing happened
except mirage.

if wait is occurring
be wakeful
of wait already here
perfectly as it is
wait in wait
without another.

in that recognition
a precious meeting occur
of non-two
not me, not you
an arising of stillness
freed from waiting.

the lover-beloved
always been one
waiting for
waiting to be
is but the same,
in Presence.

no distance
no space
no time
no bodies
just Is.



what is known
is not you

not an entity
nor self
nor being

a process
a narrative
a flux
a delusion

not so
not exactly

what then?



you cannot be me
nor you can be you
for in truth
there is no you
in reality,
in existence.

but when “you”
is being understood
for what it is
you can be me
and you can be you
but not “you” as a being.

Only then you will know
the world is you
and you, the world
where no you is found
but mere mind works
doing its stuff.

mind is not here or there
for it is every-where
yet not (w)here
nor (h)ere
but ere
as before-in-time.

except mind made.

mind is all it is
mind is all it is not
for mind is not mind
nor mind is mind
except a dreamlike
delusion play
only to be Awakened.

no words, not a place

my true home
is here
yet, not “here”
my true home
is now
yet not “now”

my true home
is not home
nor my, mine
but true

has no home
no my, no mine
not here, no here
not now, no now

what is True?
Not even these.

enemy turns lover

you are not pain
except for my side
you being innocent
i am not

i don’t come clean
thus i see you as pain
if this mess is gone
i am sure you, is my lover

you are here
reflecting me
of what i don’t know before
with you, i am

you, an object
because of me
with no subject
you, don’t exist

here, now
i see you clearly
not you, the pain
but “i”.

before that
pain is pain
after that
pain is not pain

hello darkness my old friend

won’t be called pain
if it is not painful
if it is not unbearable
if it is not intolerable

Yet, what is pain
as an object
that makes painfulness happens
that makes the mind rejects
that makes experience dark?

pain, an object
is not “pain”
until the mind meets it
so what is this object
when it is not “pain”?

extreme sensation?
extreme unwholesome states?
but what is “extreme”?
huge? large? big?
inquire, investigate, observe dearly

you are an old friend,
a darkness just too familiar with
never once am I willing to meet you
but you came uninvited
avoiding the unavoidable

oh! pain
what are you
unbearable, unspeakable
let me for once see you
for real, a shadow or a disguise?

let me have the faith
in falling into you
let me surrender
let me merge in you
and find out finally what you are

when me is not me
and pain is not pain
where subject and object ends
what is left
surely is true bliss!

birth death but ideas

no birth there is
nor death
as “being” never was
whence then is birth
much death?

being, a silly idea
where none existed
except an illusion
made real
through ignorance

being, but an idea,
so too is birth
or death
all made up
through ignorance

wakeup to ideas
wakeup to birth
wakeup to death
wakeup to existence
that never was

what Is, always

sight to vision

issues abound
endless, unresolved
internal, external
filled to the brim
no end is in sight
what should I do?

day in day out
new coming
old compounding
stress, worries
restless all here
rarely freedom is seen

surely there is goodness
surely there is peace
surely there is love too
yet a sight of them
not at all seen
only darkness all there is

yet I remembered
a sage did say
light is found
where darkness is
and unbelievably
only one is real

a clue he gave
a signpost he made
a map inviting
a road so clear
I never knew
until shown

if faith is upon me
how should I begin
how do I find
how do I go about it
so as what he said
becomes my own

truth is in my vision
not in my sight
for that I need to work
on my perception
such that what is happening
is all well and good.

issues will forever be
subject to condition they are
as such I could only work within
proven by the sages
shifting from sight to vision
i will taste freedom

a snake but not

a world of two occurring
one darn real
the other hidden

as if
a snake is seen
causing shivers
running down the spine

paralyze in perspiration
so real
until a second look
a rope was all it is

snake never was
a mere perception play
truth hidden from sight

neither there was
a two object
nor a two world
only but the ignorant view

what if I say unto you
this world
a mere snake
which never was

darn real
you lived in fear
in defence and attack
all just in vain

in you
another there is
untouched, unblemished
awaiting your vision

never was there fear
nor snake
only ignorant play
which only you can undo

this world never was
nor does it exist
veiled by ignorance
seemingly be

so look no further
a child play indeed
here, now
you can wakeup to

the Way
is what is
establishing in vision
the snake never was.

a Real World awaits
but not the kind
ignorant offers
Signlessness, Timelessness, Unconditioned


you know me by the clock
but that is not what i am
i am not second, minute or hour,
date, calendar, year or age
that seemingly implies i exist
but you got me all wrong

i am not even past or future
or even now!
i am neither any of it
do see me by my true name
and do not imply me for this or that
but know me for what I am

so what am i really?
you know me but you know me not!
you take me without question
implying me now and then
at nearly all occasions
but do you really know me?

but let me tell you this
in case you are unclear
if you think i exist
you are really fooled
and if you think i don’t
you are in deep trouble

i am not what you think
an object simply mentioned
i am a mere shadow, an apparition
of a direct experience
that you cannot escape
occurring at the door of your mind

mind aggregates
and bodily processes
each their own conditions
as they arise
unavoidable, inescapable
you took it as time.

you have been hoodwinked
to think there is time
but the truth is not out there
nor in here in your mind
except for processes of mind-bodily
playing out its game

as they arise it was wrongly understood
volitional reaction or respond
is where it is being intended
thus mistaken it as a doing
of something that can prolong or end
thus introducing time to arise

greed, aversion and delusion
is what makes me
craving to be and to exist once more
thus making each moment
a time-based experience
but in truth, an error, a tiny mad idea

so long as the trio are not transcended
you will expect me to be around
for a little while longer, God knows!
blindly you may exclaim –
there is no time found!
but that is just the trio ploy!

so here a grace is offered
a precious opportunity to realize
for what I am
while time still exist
and I will be your shadow
until the “you” no longer exist!

be to un

is how you tell
of a happening
that no longer exist

is what you intent
to do
that will become

is where
error occurs
where a doer appears

is what
you stand at
producing a result anyway

is what
the Way is
leading to no cause

the cycle turns
turning ends

more causes come to be
no cause

no cause
thus no effect
to un-conditioned

centre stage

as in a dream
where no maker
making it
but a making
taking place
where you
a central figure
living it
seems to have
a say in it

as much as real
as it always is
a dream
one must
fall again
a night affair
none can avoid
taking on a journey
no one
has a choice

from nightingales
to nightmares
or absurd happenings
to insights
none of which
your doing
but a reliving
of what
your strange mind
can do

a dream
just a dream
where no one in it
but so real
as if i am there
you are in it
together we interact
with roads
and the air we breathe
but a dream it was

mind oh! mind
how you trick
and conjure
a reality
that never was
giving a realness
that soon
ends prematurely
as waking up
takes over

but little
does one ponder
or question
what dreams
really are
except moving on
or continue
what is
more important
leaving dream forgotten

only, if only…
a dream
being question
what dreams
really are
not the kind of dream
nor why such a dream
of content making
but what
IS really dreams?

so what is dream?
have you questioned?
it is just a sleep thingy
a nightly affair
where one slips into
and wake again
but that is not
where the question
is intended

you never question
are you interested
where the question
can leads you
except for the content
sometimes unpleasant
sometimes stressful
rarely joyful
by the face in the mirror

dreams are
making you
that has you
and me
and everything,
but yet there is none
empty and no-sense
are you then
not interested
what dreams are?

if only you realize
it is the mind
a river of processes
no you within it
then you would
have known clearly
what is also reading now!

being staged
is but just the mind
– the centre stage of experiences

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