DISTINCT IDEA

The sky knows no east

The mind knows no rest

All distinctions are mere ideas!

The heretic says

Dear friend

Dont you get snared by thought!

STANDING UP TO THE STORM

A lonesome tree in the mountain storm

I wait for the inevitable lightning

I have no sect

I have no clan

I have nowhere to run

No cult ; no word

No false hope

Faith can no longer blind me

Intelligence cannot fool me

Unfettered by ideas

Unmoved by emotion

Blessed and grateful 



I live on!

 In  this blissful moment !

EMPTY SEEKER

Nothing more outside

Nothing left inside

Yet !

Tell me my friend

What is that you still seek ? 

THE RED CURTAIN

The curtain is drawn 

The sun shines through 

Colours of crimson and red

Spread across the  shut room

Deep within my unmoving mind

The shadow of  I  flees !

CLINGING FLAME

Caught in the  ravaging flames of desire

The  will withers

The Body burns

Waiting to become ashes

 The ego still clings on!  

LOTUS OF WISDOM

Shining brightly

The glowing light of wisdom!

compassion buds

The lotus blossums

Joy overflows

Deep within the ocean of suffering

The ego drowns ! 

THE CIRCLE

Running amok in  endless circles!

Remorseless!

Relentless!

Seeking nothing further to seek

The heretic says

Oh you seeker !

Where does the circle begin! 

I AND ME

Up the hill

Down the river

Struggling to break free

Alas!

I still follows  me!