knowing with no you

mind not you
mind no you
mind don’t know you
mind only phenomenon
of nature unfolding

a process of activities
mind is all it is
arises from causes
end due to causes
continues too because of causes

if not aware clearly
if not investigate precisely
if not understood directly
mind becomes an imaginary you

but mind is not you
mind has no you
mind don’t know you
mind just processes

so what is “you”?
no-you, really
only mere knowing wrongly
or knowing rightly
without “you” knowing.

mind your mind

lost in mind
gaga is all you dine
falling into pitiful kinds

use the mind
experience is all you find
only flirt and later pine

observe the mind
understanding awaits in line
realization will finally shine

so if you
lost in mind
you will be left in blind
use the mind
you will only whine
observe the mind
freedom surely be thine

 so please
mind your mind
knows what is in mind
so as to find
the door to
Sublime

a shadow, i see you

a shadow of Real
you stalked
a moment forgetful
you replaced

you can’t be Real
but merely shadow
an apparition
devoid of essence

replacing is impossible then
for you don’t at all exist
except a cast, a shadow
of what Real is

you are
but a phenomena
a passing process
a temporary illusion

not wisely seen
the Real is mistaken
a dream-like begins
stories therein unfold

in such trance
much is untold sufferings
blinded helplessly
by ignorance of what Real is

forgetfulness springs your birth
not-forgetting the only remedy
to finally awaken
to your non-existential appearance

surely Unconditioned
the only Supreme
a cast you are
merely being conditioned temporarily
only to arise and passes on

until then I am wary
of your deception
your lure of glamour
only but pain onwards leading

 

hear, hears not

the mind hears not
hear is the mind
hear cannot hear
except hear and sound coming together
mind with object inseparable
both as an experience –
hear-sound
no one hearing
neither hearing
except hear-sound
a happening
a nature unfolding
in this -scape
of impersonality
of impermanence
of imperfection
same with other senses
abstract, profound
only to be realised

the world but a thought creation

Thinking that you know and
Knowing that you think
Is not just a reversal play of words
But a matter of two different worlds

Of black and white
Of true and false
Of correct and error
Of mistakes and forgiveness

“Why he acts like an idiot”
Is true to you as you judge him
Not realizing thinking about him
Is what makes you think you know

Even asking who am I?
Needs a thinking to know you
Making you a product of thought
But not a knowing

You have confused knowing and thinking
Thinking knowing is not knowing
Knowing thinking is not thinking
Both are different worlds

Only then can you come out
Of this maze of deception
That makes you think you exist
But is just another thinking process

Who then are you
Of thoughts streaming thru endlessly
A make believe that “you” exist
And as such “others” too there are

Whimsical fragments of delusional perceptions
A world somehow comes to be born
And “you” an image, an imagination
Of streams of consciousness devoid of self

What then is thinking?
But tiny mad ideas occupying the now
Every now, every moment
Making a make belief “I-am” conceit

“Now” was never once a now
Of ideas of thoughts coming going
Occupying the central stage
Of a pristine backdrop of Unchanged

You and me were never born
Not to mention we all dies
For we never existed even once
No one here, no person to live

Beginning or end are mere ideas
Of meaningless time perception play
The truth is what It is
Beyond thoughts, beyond change

So trust not judgments
Or opinions, or comments,
Giving you a false hope “knowing”
“Thinking” that “you” “knows”

KNOW then what is taking place
As to aware how the mind tricks play
Of formations born endlessly
Of meaningless impersonal ideas

So long as “you” is felt
Any moment any time
With “other” opposite of “you”
Certainly, a tiny mad idea is running wild

Donald Trump, Albert Einstein, Adolf Hitler
Mother Theresa or Steve Job
What do you Think?
Made up by thoughts the very you

Wakeup, wakeup, please
So that this world would come to end
Without “you” needing to die or born again
With a Now Knowing taking a central stage

blessed encounter

of blessed Sufis
of tombs where what needs to be done
have fully being accomplished
of end of journey where no return is so clear
of renunciates steep in silence and inner search
of teachings flavored with love and peace
of a life so well worth respecting
of a journey praised even by the gods
of witness a path worth following

as I stayed in stillness
of a Master well revered
whose tomb of the Sufi laid in rest
I am being transported to a memory
of another great Master
whose days were numbered
seated at the hospital bed
where eyes met me with penetrative clarity
and in that moment
it seems, there was only one meeting
of great silence and great clarity
of merging of peace never before felt

here I am with no preconceived ideas
being in reverence
a merging occurred
an experience of mind
whose cankers seems to have finally overcome
won in battled that never was
returned back to the Unconditioned

waking up at dawn
a sense of serenity filled the air
where inner silence takes precedent
immerse in sweetness of peace
of love that has no object
but simply Beloved, not even the Lover
and for a moment entralled by the hot air balloons
floating up to the sky in uncountable numbers
a reminisce of freedom away from the cankers
never returning again to the illusion
of the world

 Cappadocia, TURKEY
25 July 2012

misperception perception

I think you are physically here
I’ve got it all wrong
I think you’ve left me
I’ve got it wrong too
you were neither here nor there
neither present nor have left
Except storylines churned out by the mind
of clever perception twisting reality

I think I am here
I’ve got it wrong too
I think I can one day die
I’ve got it seriously wrong
I think I have to be reborn
I’ve got the meaning wrong
for
if I am not here
not to mention there
where then is Now
with all its meanings of Past and Future
cleverly scripted by perception
of deception made real?

I never lived nor died
never conversed, never met
never born, never aged
never waited, never slept
never, never, never met the world
except the meaning of world within
even that is not true
except orchestrated by perception
played silently
with no one watching
no one cheering
no one clapping
no one crying
no one..
not even one, here,
observing
except sculpted cleverly by perception

no thoughts to shoot
no ideas to remove
no beliefs to burn
no hate to churn
no anger to vent
except to witness
equanimously
without a witness within
simply
witness doing its work
recognizing, realizing, awakening

Until then,
I see you
I see myself
I am here, you are there
you will leave
I will be lonely
I will feel betrayed
I will feel grief
I will, I will, I will
whatever,
… remember…
meaninglessly meaningful

coming back

What you think, thinks back
What you see, sees back
What you judge, judges back
Never once without a return
Never at all a never return
Until a never return introduced

The mind, a mimicker
Indifferent to inside or outside
Whatever’s been served
Will be reintroduced precisely
Inside out and outside in
With no prejudices or favours
Like a dutiful servant
Carrying out instructions in precision
No gaps left unattended
No mistakes, including mistakes
No errors but simulating errors
Of what was once a past intention
Now a haunting effect

The game she plays
Will be played out on her
The plan he schemes
Will he be scammed
Not exactly a revenge
But merely an exact replay
Of what one once introduced
To the unseen mind

For the mind,
Captured by perception
Governed by conditioning
Plays out in detail what was past
Though storyline differs
Though personality changes
Though situation seemingly new
Yet as haunting as can be
Each movement no matter how minute
Is but a mere memory
Replaying itself again

Wakeup, wakeup, my dear friend
For nothing new is here for you
Not of good health or ill
Not of rich or poor
Not of good or bad
Not of young or old
Not of friends or enemies
Not of doing or not doing
Not of big or small
Not of spiritual or material
Not of prayer or no prayer
Not even of Ego or God
None of anything in this world
Except a mastermind of delusion
Kept in a vault an unseen game
Repeating in lifetimes not seen
Now given one more chance
To be seen accurately
NOW…

Ending the long cycles
Of coming and going
Of forth and back
To the Awaited Gift.

unseen cause

nothing comes out of nothing
for all things has its causes
arising as effects
manifested as experience
we call the NOW

the Now
merely a brief moment
yet constantly another now takes over
so seamlessly as if permanency is real
and experiences unbroken
yet behind it all
at all times
a mystery unknown
churning, accumulating
causes
that brings to us
a world of experience
of what we feel
be it from touch, see, smell, hear, or taste
not to mention
thoughts that keeps popping up in our minds

we see not what we are unknowingly creating
of intentions brief arising continuously
of which causes are created
leading out as experiences
that we hold onto so dearly
unbeknownst
what is more true
is our intent

and here barking at the wrong tree
all the time
we chase after the world
thinking it is “there”
that happiness is found
or running away from the world
thinking too it is “there”
unhappiness is found
yet
the real world is so near
yet so far
found within the mind

the creator of the world
“out there”

who to blame
what to blame
where to start
where to end
except the mind
the end of existence seen.

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