what use is of land

if a great land has been offered 
that could grow many fruit trees
or that could give you a home
or an income to sustain your life
or that could initiate a noble endeavour
that many could possibly be enlightened
which then would you choose?

surely you must be considering
what will be your present needs
and a long-term goal
that will yield a maximal advantage
to your continuous happiness
and sustenance of well-being 
within this comprehensible lifetime.

what if there’s another perspective
which you are not told
which you are not aware
which you could never imagine
where choosing rightly
could bring more than just happiness
but yet not visible, but yet assured?

would you then choose that path
by giving up that land
for a higher purpose
a higher vision for the benefit of many
which its return is unimaginable 
to your present mind, 
to your present needs?

if only, if only, you could have,
that profound understanding
of a Reality far more larger 
then what you could imagine
you would have offered
all your sweat, blood, and effort
to make it come true.

You wouldn’t have held back a second
In giving up your needs
In exchange for such a lovely gift
as you are fully aware
the fruit that comes therein
where nothing could replace it
or even compare to it.

O Mighty Truth!
grant that you have that knowledge
that understanding
in discerning what is truly, truly important
as to transcend what has always
being difficult to comprehend
difficult to overcome.

makes no sense until seen

You
finally come to understand
finally arrive
finally know—
what has always being pointed
what needs to be done—
after much
confusions
errors
perplexes
frustrations
or even on
the verge of giving up.

Do you remember
how much difficulty
you have gone through
before securing the Way?
to know how to develop?
to know how to recognize errors?
to know what is right and wrong?
I doubt you do,
I doubt you will ever know,
the many countless unknown
causes and conditions
that took place.

Along the way
another wayfarer comes along
you teach them what you know
on how to walk the Way
how to develop the Path
yet what you teach is not what it should be
as you forgot
the many mistakes you made
the many trials you took
the many frustrations you get
before you finally got it right

No one gets it right
but only through errors
no one gets it easy
but only through difficulty
no one gets it fast
but only through grinding
no one gets it swift
but only through mistakes

If you tell them what is right
they may think it is that easy
if you tell them what is wrong
they may think you are rubbish
if you tell them the abstract
they may not listen
if you tell them in simplicity
they may get you wrong
if you don’t tell them
they will not know

Don’t you not see
this mission is impossible
for it is not by telling
the path is seen
but by each in their own way
through errors and frustrations
but never giving up
by being interested in finding
where it went wrong
after many twists and turns
that they finally found,
through their own effort
their own wisdom
their own follies—
the Way
that is only self-evident
only to be known by each
for himself or herself.

the noble way

between both
outer and inner
a Middle stands.

having the right understanding
both are mere results
of causes and conditions.

where it stands,
is neither here nor there,
in or out.

the middle,
is an understanding,
is also the way.

no exact word
could ascribed
if best, a Noble Path.

in eight ways
it manifests
leading to the Unmanifested

1. right understanding
is how it knows

2. right thought
is how it understood

3. right speech
is how it thought

4. right action
is how it speaks

5. right living
is how it acts

6. right effort
is how it lives

7. right mindfulness
is how it strives

8. right stability
is how it is mindful

this is the Way
how each leads to the eighth
an effect of Right Understanding.

eight is not made
eight is not created
eight is Nature of the Way, the Middle.

find the Middle
stand at the middle
be the middle.

from it
suffering is known
cessation of suffering
also seen.

undoing has begun
no-thing can stop it
except forgetting, but only temporary.

and that,
an eighth existence impossible
declares the Awakened.

until then,
keep steering
as the Way has opened.



what fortune is

to the unwholesome
fortune is
getting what it wants and
not getting what it doesn’t want

to the wholesome
fortune is
not being in the unwholesome

to the neither wholesome nor unwholesome
fortune is
in not forgetting

in different ways
fortune is ascribed
a matter of attachment or Right Understanding

Attachment as fortune
Is unfortunate
As it leads on to suffering

With Right Understanding
fortunate indeed
is the end of suffering

which fortune
you are describing
you must be aware

as it can be seriously unfortunate
or truly fortunate
the road it takes

sameness

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.

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,
mesmerised
longing for another.

yet,
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
no-two
just Is.

indescribable

you
cannot
know
you

what is known
is not you
but
concept

you
not an entity
nor self
nor being

a process
a narrative
a flux
a delusion

empty?
not so
nothing?
not exactly

something?
absurb!
what then?
neither

strange
wonderment
awe,
such.

wordless

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.

non-time,
non-space,
non-distance,
non-form,
non-no-form
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

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

what is True?
Unchanged
Unconditioned
Unlimited
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

pain
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
Unchanged
Unconditioned
Unborn
Timelessness

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

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