nothing can one destroys
nothing can one avoid
nothing can one remove
nothing can one finishes
except to be noticed
to be acknowledged
to be understood
to be realized
and thru it
everything is correctly seen
correctly accepted
correctly perceived
correctly realized
and thus
everything ends
on its own
without needing to do
without needing to arrive
without needing to achieve
without needing to get
without needing to end
except all done real time
thru Wise Understanding
leading to Wise View
leading to Wise Speech
leading to Wise Action
leading to Wise Livelihood
leading to Wise Effort
leading to Wise Wakefulness
leading to Wise Mind Stability
leading again to Wise Understanding
cyclic as many times it takes
until Completion
in brief
The Wisdom Eightfold Path
a journey that undoes
a journey of no return
a journey of ending all ends
a journey of Liberation
once and for all
towards the Unconditioned
or God you may call

Misery indeed in not seeing
A pristine Truth so simple and freeing
Which would have ended all problems teething
Yet not seen indeed leads to much suffering

How to convey that which is so simple
Yet not so when it is like an unwanted pimple
As compared to the beauty of dimples
Both are but just delusional samples

The world indeed a construct of delusion
Where suffering can be a mere belly protrusion
Or a hopeful joy for a body beautification
And much more to each day to added confusions

What happiness pursuits are we looking
Except fixated conditionings unfolding
Where wanting comes with holding
And not wanting as always with loathing

Endless indeed that comes and tow
Incessant needs instead of letting go
With each birth a secured death-row
And that too awaits what’s next to show

Why on earth are we still around
Where every corner is illusion found
Carrying this body of senseless surround
Except finally to fail us down

Look not for permanent happiness here
Where addiction is strangely seen dear
And Truth is being given rear
Upside down indeed why not to fear

Behold the pristine truth of freedom
Where those who seen is not through random
Which we too are not exempted from this wisdom
Awaiting beyond our ultimate Kingdom

This doorway never any particular ownership exclusive
Though in delusion many own in possessive
Without understanding how the arrival conceived
Impossible indeed such End achieved

Take the leap of faith o ye friend
Where the sublime Pathway still in hand
Make haste before the Shown begins to end
With diligence this world be finally transcend

In appreciation such a Path been shown
Where errors and preservations all disowned
Leading the way Wisdom grown
In Ultimate Deliverance is all been Known

The river water
knows not the sea
arriving
merging
unknowingly

from where it was
where it is
to where it will be
water
was never separated
not even once
except meanings
of river
of sea
seemingly separated

where then is
beginning or end
except by meanings
of movement
of time
of hierarchy

for water
be it beginning
be it river
be it sea
be it ending
unseparated
never left
never gone
never begun

as vapor
as liquid
as ice
different in form
yet same

only concepts
of river
of sea
separates
yet water never was

the world
of humans
and others
only in form
seemingly separated
yet never was

two realities running
in parallel
intertwined
seemingly in opposite with another
yet both in one
except
to Wake up to each
one reality the other concept

nothing to reach
nothing to arrive
nothing to get
nothing to end
except to Realize

God and you was never something to arrive at, nor was it something to attain, though both meanings are frequently used to point towards a specific Goal. It is a matter of waking up to a realization that in reality, nothing really happened except meanings conjured by the mind which leads to the illusionary separation.  You, the metaphor of a river is like trying to reach God, the ocean, yet both can never meet – the river and ocean are mere meanings. Can “you” then meet “God”? Yet, like water, a meeting has, will, and always, been happening, except to wake up to that reality. What is stopping you is that you have yet to realize. To arrive at this realisation, the “you” have to die along with the meaning “God”, just as the meaning of river and the sea has to be put aside for water to be thoroughly seen. Only then, “God” can be realised without a name on it.

probably you have forgotten
I am but another Angel
appearing in your space
to bring up the magnificence in you.

yet, you hold me ransom
disliking me, making me wrong
still, I love you so much
that I persisted to be here, in your space.

no matter how ancient it is
no matter how misperceived
what you would have of me
I fully absorb such energy of dislike, you have upon me.

you see, I am but formless
and this person that you target
just so happens to be in place
I manifest myself as.

I can never be seen
but yet you know me too well
except not seeing me rightly
who I really am.

though formless
I come in myriad forms
of anger
of hurt
of betrayal
of resentment
of grief
of hatred
and so many more known to you
since immemorable time
to let you realise your true magnificence.

my job is difficult
and always painful
as you keep seeing me wrong
in which you ostracised me.
it hurts to see you doing that
as I have always been your Angel
praying one day, somehow
my job will finally complete
when you start to see yourself as Love
so as to return me back to Light.
I am, afterall, your Angel
to let you realise your true magnificence.

you just need a friend
who has awakened to me
to guide you to see who I really am.
for such, I am thankful to him
for he knew, and he realized
I am just here to wake him up
to see I was Love all the while
holding the space for him
to let him realise his true magnificence.

my job will be done
I will be released from the Dark
only when you finally arrive at Love
seeing me clearly
for the first time
and yet also for the last time
who I really am
as I am only here
to hold this space
to let you realize your true magnificence.

so long as you do not realise
I will patiently disguise as Dark
and my, oh my, it is truly difficult
to see you seeing me wrong
to see you hating me
and yet I still love you so much, still
that words cannot describe
as I keep holding on my job
irrelevant for how many lifetimes it takes
trusting one day, somehow
you will finally wake up to yourself
and release me simultaneously
to Light and Love again

my job is to hold the space
your job is to wake up
and we both have never ever left
performing our dance
except my being dormant many a times
until opportunity for you to see me, once again.

and when both our jobs are finally done
both of us will be free
coming to be One that was never apart
which you now think we are at this moment
you, the unrealised magnificence and me, the Dark Angel.

I can never be free
I can never be One with you
so long as you do not wake up to me

I know your job is as difficult as mine
as we dance in tandem
both doing our best, until you wake up completely.

so do not let any third party in
else you will never see me clearly
afterall they too have their dance
as my loving angels on their side
your brothers, your sisters
in this physical dimension
all, but pure innocence
are just like you, waiting to wake up.

so please, I beg of you
not to see your brothers and sisters wrong
in the form of a spouse, or friend, or comrade
or enemy, or child, or even a stranger
just as I pray
you do not see me wrong
for we are, afterall, innocence
playing the journey of waking you up
to your true magnificence

I bow to you
knowing one day, you too
will bow to me with wonderment
no matter how painful
I see you trying to abandon me
yet I continue to forgive you
appearing as a Dark Angel
incessantly doing my job, and waiting patiently
showing you over and over again
In forms you dislike
waiting for the day of your true magnificence.

choose to see me differently.
after all, I am but your Angel.

loving you always.

are you right or am I right
just to show our might
yet there is no reason to fight
and get ourselves uptight

never was it a question of plight
except not seeing other side
hence making one height
a delusional ego like

if you face with such pride
remember it’s just a persona tide
choosing again in loving stride
else what is unreal turns real wide

don’t take such serious decide
except to listen to wisdom guide
live only your life ride
till you make it right

Since unknown views came to rise
Of each moment mind comes to contact
Unnoticed these views breed surprise
From innocence now to attack

Blindly the mind investing in views
Reinforcing its belief through clinging on
From innocence to ignorance it goes askew
Unknowing a nightmare comes following on

Mindlessness indeed now the mind’s hunger
As senses continuously come to contact
Awaiting thereon unimaginable danger
From thwarted views coming to interact

Difficult indeed to ward this menace
Of persistent mindlessness way of living
With consistent wrong views in harass
Life with no wakefulness a mere misgiving

Diligence in right perception indeed a precious
For one who day and night on mindful toil
Tuning the mind towards wise gracious
An unwise mind before now been foiled

Let life be consistently lived in nobility
Whatever experience let it be seen clearly
Of a mind not ours yet our responsibility
Trusting one day this mind be left dearly

Until then diligence in presence our only bread
Reminding ourselves our mind’s business
Whilst in great challenges the world we thread
Having faith in this Way our only success

The “I” but a misperception
Of a beginning long gone
Captured by perception
Now a redundant reborn

Repeat it will until seen clearly
The “I”, a say, is in everything
In truth, it’s just a repeat really
Of an empty idea worth nothing

But since long ago “I” been invested
A label, a fable,  now turned a gamble
Of what was unreal “real” seemingly infested
All but just a delusional preamble

Asleep indeed long we have been
Of a happening that doesn’t exist
Replay replay amidst a Dream
One day, one day, wakeup be seen

Oh! “I” what an amazing pedia
A puppet that laugh and yet can cry
Except all but a silly strange idea
A happening that should have since run dried

A gentle repeating call
Wake up my dear child
Of events that deserve fall
Ending all unnecessary wild

The life we live is but an error
Nothing in it is worth pursuing
Except a journey ending tis terror
Otherwise all but a futile perusing

So long as life still ongoing
Let it be for the sake of Undoing
With extra time guide another being
Then life is worth living

each arising has its precise conditioning
not more, not less
more would have produced its own result
less too would have had its own effect
yet was it what you aspired?

for everything arises not from random reasons
or choices made out of preferences
rather, each has its own pathway
its own maturity
its own conditioning

not even a little less,
not to mention a little more,
except each less has its own result
more too its own effect
but nothing close to
what you aspired

if freedom is your aspiration
freedom is what it takes
not more, not less
not even a minute comprise
or a temporary sacrifice

if peace is your aspiration
peace is what it takes
no defence, no attack
not even a tiny resignation
that moves you further from your aim

if  love is your aspiration
love is what it takes
no unforgiving, no fearfulness
not even a little doubt
so as to carry you forward ahead

Enlightenment too
has its precise conditioning
no more, not even less
more will somehow detour
less will definitely miss

for that, let yourself be absolutely clear
what is it you aspire
and having full commitment
let your direction be straight forth
overcoming all obstacles
arriving at your goal

as a mirror
reflecting my movements
the other end
is dancing to my tune

what I offer to the world
is returned in exactness

what I project
I am returned with projections

what I extend
I am returned with extensions

how I give attention
to the world outside
is how I give to the inner

as I lost myself to the outer world
I lost myself inside

saving the world
I save myself

 escaping the world
I escape myself

understanding the world
I understand myself

realising the world
I realize myself

what I do with the world
is what I do with myself

what I do to the world
is what I do to myself

the outer world
an echo
of the inner world
a direct reflection

the world
a replica within
being bridged
by intention
where cause meets its effect
as One

every situation
has a meaning
but not the kind of meaning
we give to it

every happening
has a reason
but not the kind of reason
we have upon it

every moment
has a purpose
but not the type of purpose
we think it is

whatever reason
or meaning
or purpose we have
all are none other than
conclusions
opinions
and ideas
made from naive and
shallow interpretations
of what really is

I don’t know
is truer than
“I know”

when I am upset
I know my reasons for my upset –
yet a truer reality is
I don’t know 

when I know
what you are talking about
a more truer reality would be
I don’t truly know
what you are talking about
except
my ideas talking to me
interpreting what
you are saying to me

I don’t know – is wisdom

and in this wisdom of don’t know
new wisdom can only enters
for wisdom
can only condition
further wisdom
and not otherwise

so let it be a reminder
in our daily moments
that when we think we know
give ourselves a reminder
I don’t truly know what I think I know
and when we think we don’t know
let us be reminded
I don’t know what I know I don’t know

only then Wisdom
beckons you

not that I am generous
but on any given opportunity
giving is being invited

not that I am kind
but on any given opportunity
kindness is being remembered

not that I am born forgiving
but on any given opportunity
forgiveness is being asked

not that I am wise
but on any given opportunity
discernment is being seek

not that I am loving
but on any given opportunity
love is being requested

not that I am compassionate
but on any given opportunity
compassion is being called

not that I am done
but on any given opportunity
“I” am being questioned

all I know I am not
but on any given opportunity
I am that

thus see me as I am not
but have faith that I am that …
as work-in-progress

if you seek Love
in exchange for your error
surely you can’t receive

if you seek forgiveness
in exchange for your error
surely you can consider

understanding the way of mind
I chose to offer you
forgiveness
over Love
and in that
you will one day find Love

You know not
as yet
forgiveness
is a giving
and isn’t all giving
Loving?

forgiveness is a mean
of giving ahead of time
thus arriving to
Love

Whichever way,
forgiveness
a bridge to
Love presence
😍

planets occupying
universe
yet
both never meet

clock
indicating time
yet
unconnected with
whatever happenings

thoughts
occupying moments
yet
unrelated with
the already mind

guilt, upsets
wanting
disdain
flowing within
yet
not touching
Love-never-Left

I will meet you there

Past is haunting
Past is stalking
Yet only made possible
When mind grips upon it
Or silly views attached to it
Of repercussions
And guilt
And punishments
And even damnations

All but conjures of the mind
All encapsulated in the Now
As thoughts,
As perceptions
As ideas and views
Fixated and preserved
In making unreal real
Except “happenings”
All, always, in THIS moment

No actual past,
No actual future
Only Now
You need to see clearly
That’s all it is.

Notice, realize
All but mind creations
At this very Now
Nothing except fleeting minds
Floating, coming, going
Perishing
And returning once more
Because of grip
In beliefs and views

Wake up, wake up dear
Freedom is here
Only if you notice well
That all is well
Only not seen clearly

(Back to slumber…)
WAKE UP!

happening happens
without you in the equation
except as an experience
which you cannot deny
regardless of your acceptance

happening happens
not for reasons against you
or in your favour
or for a purpose
except the meanings you endow

happening happens
in real time in precision
without compromise
arising due to fulfilment of conditions
passing too because of conditions

happening happens
impersonal by nature
where conditioning meets
conditioning further effects
resulting as happening “again”

happening happens
and has to happen
upon fulfilment of conditionings
as a natural unfolding
with you as a witness
as an experience

***

the way you deny
is also a conditioning
a happening
which you have to experience

your meaning endowed
is also a conditioning
a happening
occurring now as your experience

the way you perceive
is also a conditioning
a happening
without your control no matter how you try

your control
is also a conditioning
a happening
whether you like to experience it or not

your liking or disliking
is also a conditioning
a happening
replaying to the tune of your habituated past

your preference
your intention
your thinking
which all the while you thought you did
are actually conditioned happenings
arising from conditionings
presented as your experience

“You” comprise mere conditionings
orchestrated from past
arising one more time
to meet the Present
as a new “you” experience
not you as a self or a person
but a mere past conditioning

from NOW, here
if you act upon it
condition it will be for the future
returning as an another conditioned mind

stay WATCHING
in neutrality in consistency
as per conditioned from Right View
seeing how conditions come and how it go
without interfering
slowly but surely
ends all conditionings
once and for all
gradually
returning to
The Unconditioned
or God.