#vipassana
Hours alone, taking
good care of myself, with time --
for vipassana.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:10 AM UTC
Apprehension suppression
Aversion realisation
Brain Rot on the dot
Become Awareness—Anicca
Charming disarming
Engagement fragment
Globalised heliosland
Ideation journey
Kaleidoscopic language
Mindful November
Orchestrating peace
Quarterly reimbursed
Sunshine tremendous
Upward value
With xylophones
Yearning—Zapped!
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 5:17 AM UTC
I sped to the temple.
Breaking human laws,
to align with universal ones.
I approached.
As my brow lowered,
grace entered my being.
Sunlight greeted me.
As I slowly passed
A stone Buddha.
No one was around.
Monks must be out.
Only a bird sat and sang
to all the flowers.
~
As I entered the main hall,
the wood creaked beneath me,
And my awareness became acute.
The large Buddha towered
over a myriad of empty zafus.
All in accordance and order.
I sat, emulating the statue.
Even my temporal imperfections
matched the stone carvings.
Yet, my mind was with the bird.
I stretched out my legs,
toward the wall,
after a long sit.
The flowers were still after a breeze
And that bird had flown away.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 4:59 PM UTC
there is no answer
no statement recorded
no such truth
that answers the souls yearning
...
other than
what is found within
-
we too often feel lost
stranded, abandoned
by the cosmic whole
without direction
but we were given everything
EVERYTHING
we need to find peace
within the being we animate
stop being a victim to life
s.q.
.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
She hears beyond ten,
the sound of one hand clapping.
Nothing comes to mind
Business of being
is busybodying self,
needs no false witness
Mental o' pedal
tormenter love to meddle
what a nomenclature
Left behind, acres
of forest writings. None
the wiser on walls
This life's an empty
breath. A garden ain't here to
impress or placate.
Dumpty the great fall,
silent while branches grew tall.
Come hear, creator
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
By the creek we sit dormant
Filling the empty spaces with sensational ornaments
Like a Christmas tree
We can be turned from plain
To extraordinary
All it takes is for you to sit and be still
So that one day
You can be the ruler of your world as well
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
The incessant untrained mind
Is like a dripping faucet with an open drain;
Never full of contentment, never empty of thought.
The stable training mind
Is like a dripping faucet with a closed drain;
On the way to fullness, every drop of mindful practice adds up.
The overflowing master's mind
Is like an overflowing tub with a constant faucet and closed drain.
Full of bliss, he stands as a totem of overflowing wisdom and insight.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC