self awareness – The Zen Poetic

Paper Boat

Subtle shift in flow

Perceptions altered in state

Body calmly rests

Seeing The Feeling

They come and they go

Like memories made of sand

Like dust in the wind

Less is more

Awareness of awareness

Hyper sensitive alertness


Mutliverse of consciousness

Unexplained senselessness


Discontented with contentedness

This makes no difference to all suchness


It is, and that's that, no need for exegesis

Already whole, complete with fullness

 
It's not necessary to question it's genesis

More or less... An egoical exodus

Wind Chimes

Here’s one I spat out this afternoon…

Inner body
Spiritual quarry
Sacred sanctuary
Godlike laboratory 

Free mind
Third eye no longer blind
Compassionate, non-biased & kind
Seeks no more, no(-)thing to find

Free from the world of form
Stares without fear into the eye of the storm
The ego, the self, we no longer mourn
The shadow follows the light, without conform 

Ghost in a shell
Escaping from hell
Nothing to buy, nothing to sell
Silence the demons, with peaceful quell

The Warmth

The lamp glows from within

Feel the warmth radiate out

Divine battery

Who said that?…

Static fuzz and flow

Audible mess creates noise 

Words lose their meaning

Mirror Maze

I can see my mind
Now it can see me
Together we both work
in perfect harmony...

I walk along these corridors 
of madness 🙄
Lurking round every corner
a certain feeling of sadness 😰

I might stay in the gaps 
between each hall
Wait a little longer until
someone kicks a ball

I'm distracted by it's intrusion
I thought I was the only one here
Now follows confusion
Who spins the lazy Susan? 🤔

Impromptu Script

Rehearsed monologue

An improvised dialogue

Conversation act

I See You

Your mind thinks it's in charge
Like a ghost in the machine
It's just a passenger hitching a ride
on this intergalactic rollercoaster.

It's convinced itself you are you
The real you knows without needing to 
know, your thoughts they come and go,
to and fro, into the stream they flow and
then they drown.

They resurface from time to time but they 
are essentially dead, just residue floating 
on the surface, some are like rotten apples
bobbing, enticing you back to take a bittersweet bite, fooling you that you won't choke on their seeds.

Let the apples go, let them dissolve into the 
currents. Water purifies, and transforms them 
into power, just like taking a walk in the April
Shower. The seeds that are leftover will blossom and flower.

My soul set free, the mind watches on from the view of it's Ivory Tower.

Professor of Life (an ode to Alan Watts)

Prophetic wordplay

Dazzled with your wit and depth

Teach me your knowledge

I spent many late hours listening to the teachings of Alan Watts whom I came across completely by accident. Now and again when I need to refresh my wisdom I watch and listen to him on YouTube.