a snake but not

a world of two occurring
one darn real
the other hidden

as if
a snake is seen
causing shivers
running down the spine

paralyze in perspiration
so real
until a second look
a rope was all it is

snake never was
a mere perception play
truth hidden from sight

neither there was
a two object
nor a two world
only but the ignorant view

what if I say unto you
this world
a mere snake
which never was

darn real
you lived in fear
in defence and attack
all just in vain

in you
another there is
untouched, unblemished
awaiting your vision

never was there fear
nor snake
only ignorant play
which only you can undo

this world never was
nor does it exist
veiled by ignorance
seemingly be

so look no further
a child play indeed
here, now
you can wakeup to

the Way
is what is
establishing in vision
the snake never was.

a Real World awaits
but not the kind
ignorant offers
Signlessness, Timelessness, Unconditioned


you know me by the clock
but that is not what i am
i am not second, minute or hour,
date, calendar, year or age
that seemingly implies i exist
but you got me all wrong

i am not even past or future
or even now!
i am neither any of it
do see me by my true name
and do not imply me for this or that
but know me for what I am

so what am i really?
you know me but you know me not!
you take me without question
implying me now and then
at nearly all occasions
but do you really know me?

but let me tell you this
in case you are unclear
if you think i exist
you are really fooled
and if you think i don’t
you are in deep trouble

i am not what you think
an object simply mentioned
i am a mere shadow, an apparition
of a direct experience
that you cannot escape
occurring at the door of your mind

mind aggregates
and bodily processes
each their own conditions
as they arise
unavoidable, inescapable
you took it as time.

you have been hoodwinked
to think there is time
but the truth is not out there
nor in here in your mind
except for processes of mind-bodily
playing out its game

as they arise it was wrongly understood
volitional reaction or respond
is where it is being intended
thus mistaken it as a doing
of something that can prolong or end
thus introducing time to arise

greed, aversion and delusion
is what makes me
craving to be and to exist once more
thus making each moment
a time-based experience
but in truth, an error, a tiny mad idea

so long as the trio are not transcended
you will expect me to be around
for a little while longer, God knows!
blindly you may exclaim –
there is no time found!
but that is just the trio ploy!

so here a grace is offered
a precious opportunity to realize
for what I am
while time still exist
and I will be your shadow
until the “you” no longer exist!

be to un

is how you tell
of a happening
that no longer exist

is what you intent
to do
that will become

is where
error occurs
where a doer appears

is what
you stand at
producing a result anyway

is what
the Way is
leading to no cause

the cycle turns
turning ends

more causes come to be
no cause

no cause
thus no effect
to un-conditioned

centre stage

as in a dream
where no maker
making it
but a making
taking place
where you
a central figure
living it
seems to have
a say in it

as much as real
as it always is
a dream
one must
fall again
a night affair
none can avoid
taking on a journey
no one
has a choice

from nightingales
to nightmares
or absurd happenings
to insights
none of which
your doing
but a reliving
of what
your strange mind
can do

a dream
just a dream
where no one in it
but so real
as if i am there
you are in it
together we interact
with roads
and the air we breathe
but a dream it was

mind oh! mind
how you trick
and conjure
a reality
that never was
giving a realness
that soon
ends prematurely
as waking up
takes over

but little
does one ponder
or question
what dreams
really are
except moving on
or continue
what is
more important
leaving dream forgotten

only, if only…
a dream
being question
what dreams
really are
not the kind of dream
nor why such a dream
of content making
but what
IS really dreams?

so what is dream?
have you questioned?
it is just a sleep thingy
a nightly affair
where one slips into
and wake again
but that is not
where the question
is intended

you never question
are you interested
where the question
can leads you
except for the content
sometimes unpleasant
sometimes stressful
rarely joyful
by the face in the mirror

dreams are
making you
that has you
and me
and everything,
but yet there is none
empty and no-sense
are you then
not interested
what dreams are?

if only you realize
it is the mind
a river of processes
no you within it
then you would
have known clearly
what is also reading now!

being staged
is but just the mind
– the centre stage of experiences

no rest rest

you will not
if craving
your mind,
you may not
be aware
it possesses you

rest you may take
but rest you will not
as craving
is living you
in seeking
and always restless,
how then can
rest be?

you will not
if craving
is not solved,
every second
is relentlessly
greed’s agenda
in pursuant

by right practise
are craving and greed
with aversion
done away with,
where no return
is possible

until then,
you should not,
rest you could not,
due to craving;
either way
of rest you will die

so better
not to rest
for the sake of practice
not able to rest
because of craving,
where strangely
rest is found
in no-rest right practice

no-rest is rest
right practice
is concern,
rest is no-rest
craving is present,
both need your discernment

only to realize

you were never
unless you are not

not knowing
you think
you are without

as such you seek
unbeknown all is

will never fulfil you
as it makes you forget

the more you seek
ignorant you become of

what then is left
is only without
and losing within
becomes your reality

but lost is impossible
and never will be
as within is always true
except now forgotten

you only
need to give up without
within would reveal itself

yet, giving up without
is near impossible
as with no within at sight
nothing is left of you!

oh! frightening
you will be
clutching without
you try to seek within

yet within cannot
be sought
as it is
either within or without!

only by giving up without
within is reveal
but by seeking within
only endures without

in no ways
within can be known
if without
is in place

the only way
in solving this error
is to realize
without never was

as such
no exchange is require
nothing needs giving up
only to realize!

within or without

you were never
unless you are not

not knowing
you think
you were without

as such you seek
unbeknown all is

will never satisfy you
as it makes you thirst

what then is left
is only without
and lack
becomes your reality

you thirst without
the more
within becomes obscure

but it never was
and never will be
as within is your only domain
except now forgotten

within was never lost
only to be known
when without
is truly seen as untrue

yet within cannot
be sought
without will only be

for seek
is the reason of lack
of which
without is the cause

oh dear
a convoluted state now is
where without
is seeking within

in now way
within can be known
if without
is in process

as such
a new education required
without must be given up
in exchange for within

but lack
could never give up
as itself
is already deprived

this whole mess
from just an error
yet not seen
a mass of delusion born

no exchange require
nothing needs giving up
except to realize
without never was!


mind swollen
inflammation at risk
potential rupturing
danger awaits

day in day out
hallucinations stalk
endless meanings
dis-ease abound

hell indeed
this crazy mind
unpleasant experiences
is its offer

victim i feel
victimizer i play

lack i hate
abundance i long

insecurity my nemesis
fear i worry

superiority my liking
inferiority i wish not

endless thinking
frequent judging

restless i am
often then not, bored

scheming privately
subtly manipulates

swollen indeed this mind
in pain it goes living
yet in truth
nothing occur
except experiences
mindmade they are

merely conjuring ideas
fabrication it is
an illusion not known
a dream made real
this mind
but just a phenomenon

only to be realized
and finally it is gone

no i
no player
no stage
no spectator
no one realized
but to be realized!


It did happened yet it did not.
Only because a dream it was, and finally awakened.

serious work

silently aware
of this continuous river
as it appears

from nowhere
it comes,
to nowhere
it goes,
devoid of you
arises from conditions
passes off by conditions
with no true essense

the realm of the mind
is this river
where location never was
and time,
never exist
except as a concept,
no shape,
no form,
no distance
not even body
or age

is found in it
never a being
a person
or a self
but an elusive idea
cleverly made up
by ignorance
as if a
doer is
this river

the seer of these all
is self not
or a knower
or watcher
or anything
that come close
to a doer;
none at all
is there a being
but just the mind

strange indeed
is this mind
cannot be measured
cannot be found
cannot be localized
except known
and realized
for what it is
with no one
realizing it

is not forerun
by mind
is not mind made
as all experiences
but the mind
including you
a phenomenon

to realize it
is freedom
to ignore it
is doom
so start on the journey
where no one
is walking
but undoing
is done
end is inevitable.

If the mind is not realized, down the rabbit hole you will go where unimaginable horrors awaits you, where suffering is unavoidable.

meaningless pursuit

let’s not talk about tomorrow
or even yesterday
as much is on our plate
is constantly now

let’s not talk about later
or even awhile ago
as much in our space
is what is already here

yet the now is giving way
to another now
forgetting for a moment
how transient now is

if past has already gone
and future has yet to arise
and now
is constantly passing off
what is left of me
a ghost,
a bubble,
arising to die?

what am I here for
I wonder…
in the midst of transiency
and constant exhaustion
of experiences
i could not even call mine
and yet
experience I have to
not a moment
without it.

woeful indeed
to be such,
of nobody’s land
of unseen territory
of endless journey
seeing no end to it

to awaken is bliss.
this is what i am here for
to walk the way
other than that
all are meaningless.

convoluted perception

ignorance works darn strangely
and definitely ignorantly –
when one doesn’t face her inner voices
one points a finger at others
by making wrongness in them
or play God by
summoning what should and should not be done

instead of seeing what is within that needs reform
ignorance misplaces one’s vision
with misperception
mistaking what is true as false
and making what is false as further truth
creating righteousness out of wrongness
furthering what is already in front –
instead of healing
to total oblivion

having seen you so often
I simply can’t believe
how blatant you can be
reappearing again when condition permits
through the backdoor of non-awareness
entering as words of concern
or advice of so-called wisdom
and at times under pretence of compassion
as though holier than thou

in sheep skin
you came asunder
only to be found later
a wolf
of deep revenge
returning with a vengeance
of what is not faced
pushed many a times
to the abyss of the mind
through ancient times
of self deceit
and self betrayal
of lessons unlearned
returning to haunt
one more time
and yet another

with wisdom razor sharp clarity
with supporting right perception
and right understanding
one leaves the world
as one leaves what has been excreted
never again unawake
never again ignorant
to the delusion the mind creates
winning the other shore
so difficult to reach.


i appear quick
nothing incomparable
and you
mistaken me
preposition me instead!
ignorant you are
to mistake my state
and for that
you have to exist
a little longer

i am not at fault
that you keep existing
except a mistake
in ignorance
of what i am
for i could not help
but to appear
as that is not
my own doing
your own

i am a formation
a fabrication only
demising as quickly
as in appearing
nothing left
not even a trail
but you
viewed me wrongly
and thus
a world of consciousness

from it
history repeats
of mind and strange body
with six senses
in contacting
arousing feeling
thus craving follows suit
of attachment
and becoming
leading to birth again
with decay and death

i am just an object
see me clearly
nothing further than that
see me as just that
as what i am
no prepositioning
no furthering
no more, no less
and you will be out
from this ridiculous
tiresome returning

if you care to listen
be aware
as i arises
with nothing
for you
to you
with you
by you
makes me so

only this Way
no returning is possible.
where other
absurd ways
of outdoing
of ignoring me
of seeking elsewhere
of trying all sorts
nothing will
come to be
except another return

see me in mind
including you
just as “seeing”
without me in it
a furthering,
a preposition
has occurred
just me as me
seeing as seeing
of two formations.

no for
no to
no with
no by
no doer, in short
just is
as i appears
with another
just as same
known as such
“just is”

with no
formation ends
no consciousness
no mind and strange body
no six senses
no contact
no feeling
no craving
not to mention attachment
and becoming
no birth
no decay and death

no birth
not even birthday
no death
no you
no me
no time
no place
no past
no future
not even present
right view meeting formation


14 May 2019

Right at the doorstep of your mind has the world arising once more, or ending here and now, depending on whether you see it correctly or wrongly as it arises to meet you. It is occurring  moment to moment in your mind. You just need to be there to meet it, as it meets you.
The end of the world is not found outside.

i could only stretch out my hands

you asked me
in perplexity,
what’s wrong in having wrong views
what’s wrong in judging others
what’s wrong with a little upset
to pass a day
or a grumpy moody temperament
or not seeing the world correctly as it is?

you questioned me,
is there anything wrong?
and since it does not concern you
except all for myself
to experience
trusting that all too will end
what does it matter
why do you care
who are you to question
and most of all
isn’t that “normal”
considering that everyone else is such?

you looked at me, puzzled
challenging, defending, protecting
what has always been in you
comfortable amidst unease
never questioning it
seeing no reason to change
for you thought it was

you can only know
what you already know
and not know at all
what you do not know
and for that
you have yet to taste what it is like
beyond “normal”

for that
I could only stretch out my hands openly
inviting you to listen a little
to ponder a little
to question a little
of the little I know
of the little I understood
and realized

as I share
do contemplate
do reflect
do question
do ponder deeply
so as not to take on blindly of what I said
and do also let your defence be put aside
and see where I am coming from
for all I could only do
is to stretch out my hands openly
trusting one day
what I know now
will also be yours to realize.

It’s not about wrong
it’s not about right
neither is it about poking
or intruding into your life
it is about you
seeking and yet not finding
what you truly have
and not seeing it
though right in front of your eyes

I could only stretch out my hands openly
never intending to convert you
or force you to see what I can see
except to point to you consciously
for you to see it for yourself
what you have really missed
without blind belief
with direct experience
and self-realize
so that you can be assured
you will finally
find the shore
of what you have all these while been seeking
but not finding.

i am you yet not you

you know me not
though i am doing you
deciding for you
in most intentions
of which you credit it
as your own
how could you not know me
since it was me who decide
every moment
and not you?

surely you are blind
to my presence
or purely ignorant
of my existence
of which i am glad too
as then i could play my role
a little longer
which has since been
of immemorial time
which you do not recall

i am the one
who made you return
though you may think
this is your only lifetime
a skilful conjuring
on my part
so that you won’t be
by what has happened
of lifetimes uncountable to you

i will not reveal myself
but one day you will find out
of which you might detest me
for returning you here again
and instead of grateful
you see me as an enemy
betraying your return
yet, what has it got to do with me
except your own ignorance
that made me up?

you see, it was ignorance
that made me up
and because of that
you are made up by me
and me, in return made you up
a confusing situation
of origin not yet understood
which “you” thinking is a self
continues to exist
and poor me doing the entire work

your returning
is not by some fluke shot
or of two minds
in ecstatic merge
or cells that race to meet its grand price
though they do play a condition
in preparing me
of potent force
that makes you immortal

you think you are mortal
but let me tell you
a secret only few do know
your many a birth has been long
returning with no end at sight
except each met with death
of which is being staged
so that you enjoy a little while
for me to exist
… do thank me for that!

the one who found me
has exposed my agenda
who knows
you could be the next
but worry not
for i will do my conjuring
to make you enjoy dreaming
and detest awakening
so that my spell
will never be broken

i promise
i will make you again
so do not fear death
as you will never die under me
though your body end
but you, i will gladly preserve
serving an existence
that is but just a spell
of no one living
but just a dream of you.

now if you wish
to wake up to me
make sure
you are very certain
for you are going to end
and me will not exist
together a pair
we vanish
into thin air and eternity
after all just a play, but quite a real one!

so who am i?
i am you!
yet you are not me
for you don’t really exist
except a figment of delusion
of a reality
not yet understood
awaiting something
within your mind
to reveal it.


11 May 2019

no world except your mind

as you see outside
it is your mind seeing
as you judge outside
it is your mind judging
outside is but your own mind
of ideas
perceptions and all formations
and feelings and consciousness
together with it too.

the world is you
yet there is no you in the world
of mind-made phenomena
conjuring, fabricating and making
of which the mind is the cause
mind indeed the forerunner
practice to see them correctly
practice to finally end the delusion
practice to taste the fruit of Unconditioned.

yet who practices,
if there is no one?
no self, no entity?
not who, rather what
it is views that practice
views that know
views that determine
views that make wrong
and views that make right.

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