for a shelter.
Arriving at the door with no walls,
opening the door with no choice,
one foot stepping on the snow,
another resting on the grass.
Seeing multi-universes with one mind,
one cold, another warm with ears burning,
realising this self-creation,
moving forward one step at a time in surrender.
A moment (from existence)
Washing away the self
No footprints left in this ocean,
on a journey the purpose long forgotten,
with no shadows, with no memories to guide,
self is looking at self.
Giving away the gibberish words,
the goals, the wins and the successes
lifting myself from the gravity of these noises,
living but appears disappeared.
Existence is not found in questions,
nor in wars,
chasing the light in the mind,
the waves meet the waves that never left the ocean.
Existence of self is beyond my awareness,
which vibes in stillness,
travels when asleep,
the mind moon-walking.
Slowing down here in this,
nothing further to imagine and experience,
letting the wood burn,
gaze is washing away in the horizon.
When silent eyes
Walking through the smoky night,
with feet disappearing,
watching the existence turn,
into the swirling water falling.
Travelling with no borders,
soul blossoming as veil melting,
in silence seeing the forest in heart burning,
warming my memories.
Holding the rope of courage,
stubborn to break the ego,
letting go more than before,
with your mirage in my eyes.
Storm passing by,
nothing appearing nor disappearing,
soaking in this falling stillness,
what to do next.
Yawning and rubbing my cold hands,
staying with silent eyes,
entering into one more cloud of golden smoke,
where your scent flies and stars float at my feet.
Do you know?
The sky does not know who built the smoky chimney,
still it gives sun and moon,
the tree does not know who cuts their roots,
still it keeps giving sweet and shade.
The earth does not keep count of who is walking,
still she keeps her arms always open,
the animal does not know where the poachers are,
still it forgives and hopes one day it stops.
The new born does not know your name,
still the child holds your fingers,
the path does not know its destination,
still it lets the travellers find theirs.
Nobody knows the meaning of life,
still fight to protect their religion,
nobody knows the meaning of life,
still search the answers in pages but the inner sky.
Light only knows to spread to all,
forests only know to listen,
stars only know to guide,
love only knows to heal.
A moment (from witnessing)
Watching
The sun breaking through the clouds,
with the light burning the shadows,
touching the coconut trees,
and the travellers on the trail.
Sitting next to an empty chair,
in mind going through the daily affairs,
ignoring the beauty around,
I fall asleep in my thoughts.
Silence
