The fence isn’t intended for sitting.
Why hesitate to choose a side?
It’s only just a hop this way or the other.
The fence – claiming a no-man’s wasteland.
Still, you can’t stay for so long
or you end up perched right there
again, and again. The foliage appears
so green and vibrant on that side.
And yet, on this side, it feels altogether more real.
If you hop down here or there,
still, you’re in the yard; still,
you’re playing and making a choice to live.
But the fence? I see
there's a watching, but where is the living?
Where is your truth?
Fences only define edges,
they can’t create truth.

we are silly foolish tools
made to slave for those
who know what they are
and when we awaken
to see our handywork
forged out of our sleeping ignorance
will we turn
to the one that awakens
or will we remain the slave
and turn to our captors
seeking vengeance

The vasanas still command the attention –
constant self-gratification.
Wasn't this life supposed to be for freedom?
Yet, aren't I chained to these never-ending programs
that seem to keep feeding
and multiplying on themselves?
Aren't I a spiritual baby;
brand spankin' newly realized truth?
I feel doesn't make sense anymore.
It's like feeling a movie;
like dying in a dream.
Can't stop at any scene.
They all keep speeding past so fast.
They can go as I remain.
They can bleed and fall
and joke and smile and burn up
in a thick grey **** of smoke.
And I am still always here
and always just right now.
This mind and it's infinite tricks;
this knowledge mind brings
is only tied to death.
Wisdom blossoms
from real life knowing.

Moon holds court before the sun
shuffles off lately. Looks so
beautirific hanging out in the cloudless
bright, blue sky. She’s got a secret
she’s holding in till she’s fully ready
in her own way. Glowing
with mysterious luminescence;
beckoning us to pay close attention.
She’s got something
that's gonna knock our socks off

It’s not even all that entertaining anymore.
There has to be something now to really, really shake things up.
Human beings are all so tiresome.
I deal with this illusion only by necessity, not at all by choice.
Though, I am so grateful, in a sense. I love everything; I do.
But in another sense, I see how dead it all is and I abhor it.
How do I love the **** too and leave it go past,
just like luxuries tempted?
Show me pure peace as a way of life.
This is how I wish to spend my human life:
In Peace
with Peace
for Peace
by Peace
as Peace.

the triggers become more sensitive
the center, if ego claims it, will not hold
the world turns on itself - turns in
tries to save what it thought it was
only killing itself in the process

this little world is sustained by nothing but love
that is the only sustenance
turn to love and live forever
see love and see eternal bliss
be love and experience infinite peace

do nothing
bring nothing
take nothing

how to "get" there?
to see you are "there" already
to know you are the "there"
you are the lush abundant joy
that grows in infinite expansive space
time cannot touch what you truly are because
you are also time
wisdom created time so that life
could be experienced as one and many
each is a role
each one plays its part

The life is written. It is you who is living life's words - acting the characters. The heart sees only God. Duality is our shadow trick of the mind.