#theself – The Zen Poetic

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Note to self -
Who do you think you are?
What makes you tick?
Why so glib with your remarks?...

Do you see what I see?
Are you connected to my senses?
Or do you live in a separate dimension?

Deranged and estranged entanglement.
If you are me then what am I?

I glare bewilderingly into my reflection,
and ask, who's this guy?

Headless Nomad

The breath-work begins

Thought machine floating in space

Where is my head now?

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

Elements

Carefully crafted

Each breathe invites more presence

Light up the candles

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 Original Influencers

Open for debate

Philosophers will gather 

To discuss themselves

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.

Rest Notes

Relentless voice to quiet choice


Subconscious can be obnoxious 


Let it go on its way
Watch it move and sway

See it pass by
Allow it to fly

Wait for the next one 
Observe it until it's gone

Notice the gaps in-between each
Fall into its silence, slip inside it's peace.

Here Egos Again

There's a voice in my head who 
claims to be me

He reassures me every day he's me

I think he may be gaslighting me!