#nonduality
… there were tidal pools, and shimmering shells,
and pebbles smooth as a maiden’s cheek.
We skimmed them on the tousled waters
as our fathers did before,
who taught their sons,
who keep the custom still.
With half-rheumatic flicks, we sent them
skipping, scudding, gliding as the petrel goes,
or hovering like alien craft,
to dip and dart then drop down deep
into the dimpled sea,
to some imagined sleep
that knows no more of victory or defeat
— or the hapless hopes of skimming stones
to the slow decline of wrists and elbows.
There we saw the frantic paws
of two old Staffordshires
delving down for moles -
all for the love of sand between their claws,
there at the seaside by the shore,
as good as any grassy knoll.
Strange moles they must have been,
risen up from deep beneath
some wolfen dream,
dim of eye, and rough of skin,
tough and tanned
from trudging in the brine.
Though none have yet been seen,
four venerable paws,
in mad abandon, give pursuit
— there beside the mint-green sea,
where, laughingly,
we combed for pebbles,
smooth and sheer,
or stood and watched the rising tide
to a gull’s lone elegy.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:08 AM UTC
Over horizon, in the dark,
transient allure of shooting stars.
Still yet vibrant moments
of joint within and far.
A vastness seized with eyes.
A million years of travel stories,
narrated each, entwined,
it’s not the ears they reach, but mind,
recalled and forgotten as told.
I always feel I know them all,
not memorizing a single one.
A portal gate, wide opened
to connect past with present moments,
events long gone, foretelling return,
tethered together
with a radiant thread of light.
By courtesy of night sky
offered repast of boundless calmness.
I fear to call how troubled a soul
must have become,
to miss this invite for peace of mind
addressed to everyone.
It’s mesmerizing every time.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC
The conscious sea arrests hold of me,
Collective knowledge streams to my head,
With new eyes of three, I now can see,
I’m swimming in secrets of the dead.
A tideless sea, of consistency,
Not up nor down, behind or ahead,
All Life dissolved in pure unity,
All life woven from a single thread.
One drop is whole– The Entirety,
Reality fits on a pin’s head,
Uprooting all I thought there to be,
Replacing it with nothing instead.
Thoughts absent beyond duality,
And time crawls while elusive and sped,
All is formless unfettered and free,
And no words say what needs to be said.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
The conscious sea arrests hold of me,
Collective knowledge streams to my head,
With new eyes of three, I now can see,
I’m swimming in secrets of the dead.
A tideless sea, of consistency,
Not up nor down, behind or ahead,
All Life dissolved in pure unity,
All life woven from a single thread.
One drop is whole– The Entirety,
Reality fits on a pin’s head,
Uprooting all I thought there to be,
Replacing it with nothing instead.
Thoughts absent beyond duality,
And time crawls while elusive and sped,
All is formless unfettered and free,
And no words say what needs to be said.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 12:10 PM UTC
You look to be happy to escape the sadness
And seek inner peace to run from the madness
You sprint towards pleasure so pain will not reach you
You wish to be free so you don’t follow through
With any commitments, you don’t think that freedom
Is simply a tool to build your own kingdom
But all craftsmen know that to build anything
You take wood from the woods and you alchemise it
You may not want this, but this is where truth lies
When you reject half of life, the other half dies.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
You are everything. There isn't anywhere I can think
and imagine to go where you won't be.
Inescapable. Even when I imagine I've killed you,
I curse the name given to you. There I see you
in the profane words, in the rajas of violence.
Where can I go? What shape
can I take to hide from you?
I quiver on the edge of Love and Hate,
yearning with pain and in vain
for mercy forgot me and relief
is a distant mirage in an endless desert.
I grow to love the shiny polish
from grains of abrasive sand.
I wait through a coarse, dry world
for cool deluge transforming
in a blink everything from sand to sage,
and slowly back again.
Who can do this? Who
can harness a power
perceived in between
the friction of fire and air?
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 11:56 AM UTC
Its all part of grief, all part of life
Suffering and pain and strife
And smiles and comedy and fun
The stars, the moon, the skies and sun
They're all aspects of this cool "one"
That some have come to know as God
Or Nirvana, Universe
They are all words in the verse
Of seeing life through your own lens
There wouldn't be as much suspense
Without heavier words such as
The death of love or a sad pass
Poetry comes through the contrast
Of sea and stone and monotone
Is something no one should aim for
When reading about themselves,
If you're in pain, congratulate yourselves
You dont realize how much
Life you're living with the touch
Of grief that you're letting be seen
You've never been more akin
To love than now, the lines are full
Not half like the sun at noon
So while it hurts and brings much dread
I need to admit love is dead
And it is not coming back
At least not on the same track
And I'll be honest it's not fun,
Sometimes not even the least
But they don't call it "good grief"
For nothing...
Do they? =))
_M.
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 5:15 PM UTC
I call to my own depths
and the love of my life appears
and manifests my long ago forgotten dream.
So now I live the dream
knowing it is illusive and imagined
and infused with the flavor of realness.
Yet, only I am real and it
is seen by no one that this too is
an unreality. Nothing sees itself.
Nothing yearns for nothing.
Blank void cries and laughs
at its own reflection and
make-believes its world to exist
only for its own amusement.
Come play, my only friend!
Go away then come once more
to me and let us dance and laugh
and sing again and again in being
all the varied endless waves.
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 7:35 PM UTC
I wish there wasn't - but there is
I wondered when - when what couldn't
no one could see an inception or end point
if > opposites
how does one come to one? or none?
when they decipher this will they see
how they are the same and also opposites?
one ... none
will they it she he already know?
the big stupid open secret
She says, "Crash into me, baby, and let me crash into you."
and I possess nothing, least of all things, power.
I am not. She is - nothing other than she is.
All my good intentions go to diseased swine.
I am not - her wrath takes me from here to there
and calls it nowhere. I am tossed about,
no compass, no center to navigation.
She toys with my love and honest heart;
tests me with sharks and rattlers.
Why so harsh?
For pleasure and the peace to be ever sweeter.
For to end suffering and a beginning to nothing.
I am nothing and forever trying to be something.
What else can I be?
I see no boats rocking. The sea is glass.
Nothing is broken.
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 6:45 PM UTC
sitting alone
surprises appear
fun ensues
wonder ensues
life, lessons..
so much
I’m not ready
to have you leave me
you have so much more
to teach me
I know your heart hurts
i know you are tired
I know your barrel is almost empty
but just don’t leave me now
I need you
and
i think you need me now
too
Feb 15, 2023
Feb 15, 2023 at 12:41 AM UTC
got myself a new boyfriend
turned out to be my twin
almost
never laughed so hard
cried so much
danced so long
moaned in ecstasy so many times
well there goes that vow of celibacy
re-entering this manifested existence
a little quiz from the absolute
7 years of silence and stillness and solitude
turned on its head
Oh the joy
the delicious pain of
feeling
duality
isn't it a hoot?
and now he is gone
where will this roller coaster end
this time?
will he ever reappear again?
Dec 14, 2022
Dec 14, 2022 at 4:28 PM UTC
dark nights
horrible lights
summer
sultry
beer
where do we go from here?
~am i ee
it's me!
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 8:41 PM UTC
46 minutes of my life ticking away
listening to your insecurities.
46 minutes of my life ticking away
listening to you wrapping yourself in knots
over what people might think.
46 minutes of may life ticking away
where I could have been laughing.
46 minutes of my life ticking away
where I could have been with the ONE.
Stop worrying about what other people THINK!
who cares what they think!
What do you think?
or not?!
May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 4:18 PM UTC
Some moments a thought comes -
It’s so much easier just to give up.
So comfy a feeling to visualize
nothing but blank-nothing –
Not to be. Not to think
or feel or breathe. No pressure
to present a concocted identity
one can’t even see that’s not at all me.
No stress keeping abreast of every snippet
of someone else’s reality. No figuring
or wondering or worrying or plans.
Nothing to hope for or hate
or to signify or demand.
No side-eyes screaming "how weird".
No stink-eyes looking to strike.
No evil intentions peering behind
some ignoramus’s unbelievable disguise.
No more fake smiles
and rhetorical "how are you's".
No more seeing wrong numbers
and choosing them too. Absent
anxiety and anger and acrid, stone-cold fear.
Absent color. Absent pattern.
Without texture or taste. No feeling
a thing like the aching of pain.
Some moments a thought comes -
Just end this silly race sooner.
Why stick around any longer
perceiving the same old, unpolished,
frayed and slightly greyed images
on a disappearing, silky screen,
when there is glorious and
unending nothing awaiting
this little, tiny insignificant me.
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 9:25 PM UTC
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.
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 11:37 AM UTC