Hush little child

For the dusk is upon us

The seeming safety of the sun’s rays is falling away

Hush

Can you hear her

The forest she speaks

She tosses and turns and stretches

Like a beast awakening from sleep

Hush

Can you feel her

As her breath begins to stir in the wind

Hush

Can you smell her

As the leafs that have fallen to the ground and now rot

Leaving a musk upon our nostrils

Hush

The beasts awaken

And begin their hunt

Hush

Move silent

For you little one

Are food

Hush

Be still

The fire can not save you

To bring day light into the night is a sure and foolish sign of fright

And fear is the beast’s delight

Hush

Do not be

Yet still see

Not with eye

But through the night

Hush

The darkness creeps upon you

Hush

Wear it as your skin

Hush

Go deeper and deeper within

Hush

The cats slink and prowl ever near

But HUSH

And have no fear

Hush

Tirality

The trinity of Reality
Triality
is not nor can ever transcend our Duality
it is nothing but a dream a whisper of Reality
oh no, it is so far from a fallacy
yet only one part of you and me
only one cell of human beings
you see
these seas and their crashing wave
these hills and their hollowed caves
these sands and their scorching rays
these cliffs and their winds
they all say
what are you really
silly humans oh for pity’s sake
wont you take a look into the mirror
and see once and for all
that this constant pondering
is only prolonging your own wondering
meanderings never answering
only finding your own bantering
cant you sing
with the sounds of the wind
cant you live
rather than give your life away
to the never ending call
you seem to have to want to know it all
when that constant searching is exactly why you fall
see reality is moving
and if you keep moving to search for what truth brings
then sooth will pass you up several times
over the course of just one life
so sit
still
outside of your mind
and I guarantee you will find
that your so called divine
and all that is...sublime
will fully and finally
pass through your illusions of time
and come to you
for in truth
it was with you all along
for in sooth
there never was a separation
to discern or justify the initial search
for you and we and all that may or may not be
IS ONE!
Tags: dao, spontaneous, nothing, ramblings, poem
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Once upon a midnight dreary...

as the rain and pain washed over my window and over my sheets

I faded in and out of what most call rest or sleep

for me it was nothing but flickering screens of the "waking" dream

and my subconscious screams

I began to wish for an answer, a release, and salvation

and slowly a vision came forth

the room was white as fresh snow, and as blank as is conceivably possible...

there in the center of the room sat I

in full lotus position

utterly nude, I sat

completely still, I sat

toning a continuous yet fluctuating aum

and as I did, a symbol appeared on the back of my bald skull

ENSO, Kanji for SUNYATA...in ink, or so it seemed

then slowly to the beat of my chanting,

tendrils and tentacles sprung forth from the symbol

inevitably engulfing my form in them, till I was black as pure and complete darkness

they stretched out past me into the room

moving so smooth and swift they seemed almost motionless

moving across the room as they did my body, like streaks of ink from the Sages brush

'till nothing I could see

and nothing it was that took me

the toning turning, as the room faded and shimmered out of existence

into a mere vibration, so consistent that I could no longer tell of or feel its former pulses

still ever more near did the vibrations flow, that they became a non-existent content

like the vacuum of space now known as plenum

Then suddenly I “awoke”

And wept that my dream was no longer reality

That I was still trapped here

And I still sigh from time to time at this seeming loss

And will until I is no more, and can no longer ignore the roar of the raven’s “NEVR MORE”

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Thank You Luna

Thank you moon for pulling on emotions and mind
Like the shifting ocean tides
Stretching them until they snap
Like a string across a bow
Pulled far too tight
That the pressure can no longer fight

Thank you moon for pushing on I on Me
So that Eye may breath and ear may sea
Deep in the black liquid abyss of that which you twist
Is where this tryst with madness exists

Thank you Luna

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Bella Luna
Queen of the sound
Of the waves that crash and pound
On the shores of my skull
Or of that of that rusted hull of this relation-ship
With self

So far distant from the fires of a corporate constructed hell
In the dark delightful depths
Where even your surfaces swells
I can not tell
This is were I have fell
And where I now choose to dwell

Thank you Moon
For soon this dream will be gone
As you set and the rise of the sun
Will beckon the shift that occurs at dawn
As the scurrying scampering
Fleeting follyed forms
Flit and scream
Run and daydream
Through their systematic chaos
That they have wrought/rot
Upon this sphere

And on the other side of it I shall not hear
Your sweet sound that washes away fear
Yet I will still be here
When sun sets and you
Again take thrown my friend

Thank you

LIstening to Dao...Late one night

Dao spoke to me (Me, as in a single cell of it’s self.)

It spoke in tongue not of tongue, in voice not of voice, in word not of word.

It said nothing and everything.

This is what I wrote upon waking.

“When the moon falls from the sky, and the tides run ramped, and chaos and death ensue the seas.

When the sun grows cold and the lands are buried in icy flakes of painful memory.

When the earth is scorched and sundered away, in the wake of an erupting Apollo, a salvo of Ra, leaving only cosmic dust.

When the stars perish, and all that remains are the swirling and gaping pits of force and terror, left ripping through the void devouring all in their paths.

When even those slate giants have faded and gone the way of those before, omitting nothing but faint and fleeting particles, of which are destined to fumble and float through perpetual nullity for an eternity.

I will still be behind it all.
Sleeping and dreaming, in and out of, form.”

A (into form) U (in form) M (out of form) http://sunya13.multiply.com/journal/item/8

thought for my first blog i'd share some poetry....

Flickering TV Screens and Shining Blades Oct 16, '09 10:20 AM

I’m sitting in a room
Filled from floor to ceiling
With monitors and TVs
All playing at once
Like some sort of torture system
Derived to scatter the mind
Preparing it for destruction
Stretching is focus and power so thin
That soon it will snap

And yet…as I wait
Ever patiently for the death of my mind
For that final straw

Then I remember what that crazy old man used to say
Something about, the first straw, not the last….\
Well its to late for that
The first straw has come and gone, ages ago
But there is still time to escape

I look to my side
Searching for my sword
It has been hidden from me
By me

I search and search
Then I remember
And so I sit back down
And reach my hand deep inside
Kind of down my throat
Kind of through my chest
Kind of no where at all

Instantaneously I feel its hilt
At the tip of my fingers
Just beyond my reach
So I still myself even more
And stretch out my hand a little more

And I take it
And pull it out
Only to find
That is has become
Nothing more than a rusted old bar of iron
It crumbled in my hands

Again I remember
The analogies to sword forging
And mind forging
And I suddenly am standing in a smiths workshop

And the screens that haunt me
Are crumbling, revealing the metals and acids
They are made off
The materials are here
The tools have been given to me
All that is left
Is to collect them
Without falling prey once again to my distraction
And then
To forge the weapon
And strike me down

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