Before knowing
struggle is my day
stress is my norm
resistance my way
blame my defense
control my security
hope is my comfort
happiness is my wishing
uncertainty is my fear
death is my avoidance
and
survival, my insurance

Upon knowing
struggle is not facing
stress is not accepting
resistance is not wanting
blame is ignoring
control is lacking
hope is not present
happiness is expectation met
uncertainty is not willing
death is fear of loosing
and
survival is grasping

Upon realisation
it’s impossible to ignore
nor sweeping under the carpet
no more pushing away a reality
no way of wanting it otherwise
no running away
no possibility of escaping
no more giving up
except
to face what is unable to be faced
to meet my own baggage
to address my guilt
to see thru my demons
to rectify my views
to come to complete honesty
with my mind
As in…
no turning back

Eyes feasting on daily news
With ears rumour is where it zeals
And nose inclines to fragrant dew
Seldom we recall awareness due

Skin too blessed by windy blew
And mouth savouring meaty chew
Dreaming in thoughts another avenue
In forgetfulness our moment just flew

In midst of all these experiential cues
Unaware an occurrence running askew
Unnoticed a rampage this parallel ills
Bringing a trapping difficult to deal

Notice in silence how senses skew
Desiring and resisting all it knew
Unknowingly being lead by blind crew
Only to realise too soon we are screwed

Do we not noticed a conspiracy clue
Where delusion, a mere blind ignorant tool
Unawake we lived in drunkard brew
A contrast with those who left the fools

There’s nothing, in truth, now to mule
As what arises is nothing new
Brisk a moment and take a pew
Seeing how conditioning is all it drew

We are but a mere puppet of views
Pull here and there other than withdrew
If we have realized what the Sages have knew
This moment is just for review

With the precious Way is life meaningfully will
Coming to understanding where we have threw
Where each moment realization is due
Unconditioned is all in the end fulfil

Until then bring in aware with skill
Observe in silence without frills
With non interference is Delusion quell
Arriving ultimately where all Stills

a doubtful mind
of past conditioning
arising once more as ignorance
to be seen correctly
for its ending

a fearful mind
of past unquestioning
arising again as an apparition
as one last correction
for its ending

a guilt mind
of past misperception
arising again as an illusion
inviting another chance
for its ending

an unforgiving mind
of past holding on
arising again as imagination
welcoming release
for its ending

a misgiving mind
of past self judgment
arising again as a conjuring
seeing it clearly
for its ending

an absent mind
of habitual conditioning
arising again as a delusion
to be known correctly
for its ending

a conditioned mind
of incessant continuation
arising again as impermanence
to be realised totally
for its final ending

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the Unconditioned
the final arrival
ending of cycles
signless

Earth not a place to really call home
Nor a game or time for our fun roam
Not even to toil and survive till tomb
Otherwise repeat be another womb

Surely there must be a better aim
Just as all great Mystics have claimed
Pointing to what we need to train
Arriving finally from where they came

Chase not after what we hope to bring
Or lament in thoughts of what we think
Let what is already here for us to link
In threading the Path that release all cling

Of moments that put you in clear perspective
The missing jigsaw that wakes you active
A precious journey you will surely practise
That arrives you what you have always wish

For what is already here is all for you
Look within in reclaiming what’s in lieu
To a path that has long been overdue
Reachable only to the earnest few

Explore more what you have missed
That has always been Now that will please
And not upon death that you be deceived
Another chance will be given if you leave

Wake up to a pristine lasting Nature
That has nothing of status or stature
The Unconditioned beyond this pasture
A lasting Eternal as in final gesture

There is this magical ring
an invisible doorway you call Now
where past conditioning comes to arise
and perception takes precedent
of ignorance or wisdom
with followup of feelings
hence new ideas are created
perpetuating new conditioning
either for karma to continue
or to finally end

Thus within this ring
is where great potentials are
where past conditioning comes to arise
with ignorance continuing
or wisdom ending its dance

The Now moment so, so, precious
to die and to be born again
generously being offered repeatedly to you
for a bane or a boon
for you to to sleep once again
or to wakeup once and for all
and thus Samsara or Nibbana comes to be.

its all in the Now!
its all in the Now!
where else do you need to go?

The sound is not out there
or is the touch
or sight
or taste
or even smell
except all happening in here

yet “in here” is also not true
as there is no “in here” or “out there”
except happening
occurring

the body makes it so
a separator for defining in and out
separating
what was never separated
making what is true
thwarted into two
and sometimes, more

if happening is all it is
what then are the meanings
of your thoughts
or my thoughts?

if you know it happening, it is you to settle
if I know it happening, it is me to resolve

what else is there to quarrel
what else to segregate
only to live in delusion
cheating oneself over and over again

what happened in the past
is happening now
unless you are not thinking about it

what happened in the past
is not happening now
even if you are thinking about it

what happened in the past
is neither happening now nor not happening now
except thoughts thinking you

what happened in the past
is what happened in the past
fortunately as it is, even in the unfortunate

what happened in the past
did not happen in the past
except a mirage of recurring perception

what happened in the past
is not past happened
only what seemed to be

feast then all variation of sort
of which they are the same
pointing to levels of wisdom

do you hear the voice in your head speaking?
of requests,
opinions,
judgements and
comments
which you have taken for granted
as your own
hence believing it entirely
and succumbing to its senseless order?

wake up dear
as it is no longer a request
or opinion
or judgment
or even comment
but merely a statement
of mirage
of shadow
from the past arising to meet you again

“she is insensitive”
“you are wrong”
“I am not good enough”
“I hate you”
ALL are but just voices in your head

They are NOT a comment
nor an attack, or even a curse in your head
but merely a statement of old
coming to your head one more time
of power you gave to it from the past
now meeting you again to bid goodbye
yet if you listen to it
as a meaning, a comment
you give it power again
where it will meet you once again,
somewhere,
sometime,
in the future
irrelevant whether the theme is the same person
or a same event or situation

so wake up, wake up my dear
before you hurt yourself imaginary
or hurt others in their own imagination

Between you
lies two worlds
a world seen with sight
another with vision
one in front
the other seemingly back
and you,
standing in between
merely a witness to both
and nothing more to that

Both worlds reflecting
one another
as if you, the in-between
a Mirror to them
nothing you can do
nothing needs to be done
except itself doing
a dance of two in tandem
mirroring another

There is no-you in both worlds
but apparition of shadows
conjuring its own
like clouds in the sky
where faces can be told
where meanings
you can put on
yet all too soon changes occur
another story retold
all but just clouds
passing thru the sky

To see in front is to miss
the fun
to see the back is to miss the link
to see both is the
vision of knowledge
of how the world
comes to be
and to know the seeing
is where the true Now is
beyond both worlds
unattached
unperturbed
impartial
simply…. Just
where the Final Justment,
Is.

Estimate not your thoughts
Of words that could be brought
Where friendship potentially be fought
And lovers unknowingly get caught

Where assumptions are been bought
Believing is what it sought
Hence enemy is what it got
Or bondage afterlife besought

Be heedful with what your mind has caught
Of thoughts that you have taught
What was never could now be a block
And what was before now a fault

Realize what was always naught
Of ideas that can bring distraught
Awakening to what the wise has sought
Arriving to an end of all onslaught

To each its own affair with thoughts
Minding not what they have brought
Uncareful becomes our deadly wrought
Adding on to what we already caught

Let mind be free beyond doubt
With Right View and Wisdom be your fort
Mindful to each moment the mind retaught
Slowly and surely all wrong untaught

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The world is you
Where what is due
Will you be imbued
Upon Awakening turns residue

Where views not seen as views
Experience begins
Stories retold
Suffering untold
Blame unfold
Attacks pronounced
Defense rebound
Guilt abound
Clinging resound
Unforgiving around
Meanings denounced
Creating massive conditionings
of delusions

Views must be noticed clearly
As it arises now
Producing special effects
On what you think
Or see, or smell, or touch
Or hear or even feel
Leaving no room for Reality
Except meanings they give dearly

No moment exists without views
Or by another name it may be called
Be it ideas, or opinions
Or comments, or assumptions
Or judgments
Or even observations
Or conclusions
Whatever, all but their own meanings

Views hurt you
Views make you live
Because of views, you laugh
Views make you love
Views make you think you are free
Views bind you too

Yet views are merely… views
Empty, meaningless, insubstantial, yet powerful
When believes are given to it
Where clinging held on to it
And perception reinforces it

Wakeup! Wakeup!
Otherwise a dreamworld ensues
Caught in entanglement
Lost in Truth

truth is life
some perceive
never questioniong which
hence overlooking the Truth

truth is relative
others demand
forgoing the essential
hence living in unnoticed error

what truth?
some exclaim
unbeknownst to such Reality
hence only adapting to what life presents

life is real
some challenge
missing the Truth
hence delaying what they have to know

yet some do question
what is life?
a routine unpreventable
a direction inescapable
is there more to life?
is there none to it?
is there a beyond?
is there really Truth?

those who knows, knows not
those who knows not, never know
those who seek, perplexed
those who found, proclaims
those who realised, unspoken
those who arrived, unseen

Truth remains whether in ignorance,
or even the wise
Truth is Life,
Lifeless, if without
Neither is it an idea nor another view
Except to be realised
Tasted
Self evident.

View is where strangely it all begins
An endless story where forgotten is its origin
Sad to say from it springs delusional imagines
Entangled, mangled with all its fagins

In each view is found its preservation
With yet another coming its further permutations
How else not to trap into these fabrications
If living itself is all about identifications

Look into each moment you will see its illusions
Of strangling ramifications to self conclusions
Without investigations prolonged its disposition
From simple truth to complex insinuations

To begin the process of sure extrication
How else can it be other than views recognition
In silence non-interference and clear comprehension
This new view ends all delusional proliferations

See not its wrongness except a kind of reality
See not its error except another naturality
Only from this view those views enters nullity
Slowly each entanglement ends in possibility

Be patient in noticing with diligence
Each moment a potential emergence
From persistent delusional indulgence
To a clear wise awakening resurgence

Is it possible to complete this lifetime
Where preservation now a memory line
Indeed potentially it can be inclined
Only in full-heartedness awareness in chime

Hence be heedful each given moment
A precious opportunity awaits your advancement
Long indeed myopic in views enslavement
Seize the moment Now towards Enlightenment

Of a pain that is unbearable
And a grief that is immeasurable
Of that which is being presented
Being stripped of external support
And devoid of internal comfort
Raw in vulnerability
Unprotected
Unarmed
Inescapable
Yet, thoughts of escape perpetuate in the mind

It is at this moment
The you and the pain
Seemingly two
In a state of tug of war
Resisting and struggling
Trying best to detach
Yet detachment can never be seen
Except a continuous battle of feat
Of trying to overcome
The overwhelming feeling of unease and discomfort

Yet wait a minute
Wait a minute
Was it really two?
Of you and the pain
Or merely one
That was never separated
Except through a tiny strange idea of resistance
That somehow now sprung two
An illusionist at work conjured of delusion
That never was and never will be

Never been questioned
Never been correctly seen
Delusion’s work now in amazing conjuring
Produced a state of art projection
That somehow makes pain real
And you in a dream of resisting and struggling
Until one moment of surrendering
Giving up all struggles
And easing into what is
You will and you shall find Truth that never left.

Hear me! Hear me!
Wisdom acclaim
That which is in pain is delusion at reign
Of an innocent idea now turned treacherous
Of what was not now a world being feigned
Never before never will there be any world
Except a strange illusionary dream
Where bodies and objects now become real
In temporal existence
Until and upon Final Waking