02 Jul

Posted at 10:58h in Haiku

Looking out to sea, the worldly see only the sea, a source of food and a means for transport. Mystics look to the horizon, where ocean and sky become one, there are no dimensions and time disappears....

30 Jun

Posted at 10:45h in Haiku

From the snowy mountains we appear, gliding down to the valley where the play of life unfolds. We soon learn the ways of the valley, playing various roles in the play. As the end of days comes near, we climb back up the mountains. From there we see the play as its audience and come to know we created it all.    ...

21 Jun

Posted at 10:21h in Haiku

The now is the seen. Before and after the now is the unseen. The now is day. Before and after the now is night.   In the day, the sun reveals infinite things. At night, infinite stars gaze into the unseen.  ...

21 Jun

Posted at 10:17h in Haiku

The now is bubble in a glass of sparkling water. The self is the bubble and the Soul is all that is outside the bubble As the bubble moves upwards, it replaces the soul in its path. When the bubble rises to the top of the glass, it disappears. All that remains is the Soul and its bubbles.  ...

15 Jun

Posted at 22:20h in Haiku

Separating is fission. Love is fusion. Both anger and orgasm are explosive; one painful, the other joyful. But the silent energy of love is 3 - 4 times as great as the loud sound of screaming....

15 Jun

Posted at 03:43h in Haiku

The clouds are near, the sun is far. If we can see through the clouds, every day is sunny....

27 May

Posted at 19:53h in Haiku

Wisdom and compassion are light. Wisdom is the light reflecting off an infinite number of things. Compassion is the warmth emanated onto every thing....

26 May

Posted at 10:15h in Haiku

The mind is like a muddy pond, its grains of sand, the selves, chaotically swirling. In the quietude of meditation, the selves settle at the bottom as one. Mindfulness: the opaque becomes translucent. Mindlessness: the universe revealed on the reflecting pond....

25 May

Posted at 10:29h in Haiku

The mystical experience: A rivulet flows into the river. Now, all there is is water....

20 May

Posted at 10:19h in Haiku, I Am Time

The glutton devoured gluten until gluten devoured the glutton. Then the flour that rose in his bread became the flower rising above his head in the grave where he laid dead....