a photo
at a colombarium
of a distance image
now a memory
of one who once
a role play
mum

and thus how
I came
associating with
of ancient pain
and ancient love
a journey of reinforcement
tat wasn’t meant to be

today as I stood gazing
reminiscing a memory
a vision came to rise
that a realisation is all it takes
of once an unbroken karma
now comes to end

with wisdom eyes
unveiling what is beyond
a gift of innocence
is shown
of what was never known
once ‘my’ mum
now wisely seen
a mental projection
that never left.

*a visit to a colombarium to pay mum my respect.

Some thought it was through intellect
Until they realized that was just another knowledge

Some thought it was through rituals
Until they realized that was just another fallacy

Some thought it was through belief
Until they realized that was just empty

Some thought it was through experience
Until they realized that was just another feel good

Some thought it was through energy
Until they realized that was of this world

Some thought it was through emptiness
Until they realized that was just impossible

Some thought it was through concentration
Until they realized that was not any closer

Some thought it was through prayer
Until they realized that was mere hope

Some thought it was through chanting
Until they realized that was just another syllable

Some thought it was through fasting
Until they realized that was just about the body

Some thought it was through penance
Until they realized that burdened the mind

Some thought it was about Now
Until they realized that was just another concept

Some thought it was through awareness
Until they realized that was still not it

Some thought thoughts were the cause
Until they realized that was never a problem

Some thought it was through resolving past lives
Until they realized that was futile

Some thought it was through superstition
Until they realized that was a bondage

So much advice
So many pointers
So many ideas
So many directions
So many concepts
So many instructions
So many pleasantries
None of it “arrives” you Home
Except just another thought
“I AM Home!”

A reminder
is all it takes
of extension long forgotten
of projection taking over –
what was once true,
forgotten,
and what is false
takes precedent
now

A little loving reminder
is all it takes
of false never was
and true never left

Wakeup to Now
wakeup to Truth
wakeup to Love
wakeup … You

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
and 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.

 Death only spoken
by left behinds,
not those who left

Dream only known
by leavers
not during

Delusion only seen
by wisdom
not itself

“I” only realized
by no-I
not I

Enlightenment only known
by beyond
not during

Love* only tasted
by itself
for itself

*not love as we understood

what is spacious for me
can be claustrophobic to you
and what is small to me
can be comfortable for you
what is large
can be small
and what is wide
can soon be narrow

it is all happening here
in the very mind of the beholder
a subjective perception
a comparison with another

my big house is reduced to small
by the many furnitures I put in
or the colour I chose
or even my wanting it bigger

how then can space be real
or even true
when I say
I need my space
or
do not intrude into my space
or even
this space is mine!

except a misguided perception
entailing separation
between your ideas and reality

what then is beyond space
where separation is impossible
and hierarchy unheard of
where high meets low
where up is down
where top is also bottom
and you is me
and we…
is

but a figment of imagination
deriving from space
where it can be filled
or occupied
or even
used
and returned

let space teach us
instead of lead us
to think that we are actually here!