Free

I'm free to wander
I'm free to think
Free, as those moments of life
Jumped off a brink.
As those chimes outside
Rattling in the zephyr of spring
Is my music of freedom
In silence, I sit and sing

Let it Flow, Let it Go

Just once if you felt the touch
Just once if you let it through
Just once if you let it go
You might get to know
It's yours forever
To heal and grow

In this dark moonless night
The image of your honeydew smile
Is my candle
Is my guide
With the lens of your empathy
For each atom that forms this universe
Of nature and of life
I too see it flowing
My love for them
And for you

Riding over Stagnation

Tonight
The moon's light
with all its might
on the crests
of the waves
of the river, it rides
and tries
coming nearer
to my side
of the shore.

But all despite
its majesty and might
can't help its plight
that its sole ride
is but a river.
The river with
its apparent motion
its apparent flow
can't carry the moonlight ashore.

Stagnation has it gripped
As it grips me
My thoughts
My ideas
My actions
Yet I ride them
Surf them, and enjoy the thrill
With the thought in mind
That the only end in sight
Is to sink in this river this night
And what joy it shall be
When me and my stagnation shall be free

The Experience

The wind blows occasionally
Shakes the ground to still
Movement is felt subjectively
as no movement
As I walk standing on
this earth, a treadmill.
I tried, I really tried
To touch you
To show you
That I too exist
That I too feel
That I too love
That I too hear
the rubbing of a gear
against a bicycle chain
But an apparition I remain
Can be seen from far
Identified as a one,
But approached from near
I am as invisible
As a horse's fin

But then it is true
I remember now
I had died
I had died living
I had died living in a dream
And this is still that.
That dream never ended
I never woke
And though I felt
I sloughed my skin
And got rid of miseries
And survival and pain
I knew I fooled myself
And I fool myself
Even still

For however hard I've tried
I know myself still not
And as simple as you thought
By defining what I am not
I have become that.

This Is That

Why do you search
Where do you search
Are your eyes open
When you search
Do you know
There's nowhere you need go
Do you know
Right here, and no more
This is it
This is love
This is that
This is all
Just feel one touch
Just feel one breath
Just feel one thought
Just feel one call
The mind won't help
These words won't help
For truth and words
There realms don't melt
If you see it you'll get to know
If you look for it, it'll run away.

Another Dark Night of the Soul

One windy night
when all was left
were embers of the soul
I too walked out
As the John of old
Each forward step
fought by gushes cold.

Cold gushes entered
hitting the fore of brow
Numbing all of past and present
Collapsed it in the now
Now, where all the meaning comes
And keeps getting passed
by the now that follows
and that follows
Trampled and amassed,
(then trampled again.)

I ventured further, as if,
driven by a call
Of a silent whistle,
a rustle of the remnants of the fall.
Summoned into the court
of the 'half moon' king
His subjects shining all around
occasionally twinkling.

Oh Moon oh holy Sun, I said
Us, thy holy children
We as you are possessors
of Beauty of the Light
Why then suffer
being unbeknown
from this dreadful plight.
How may the fears allay?
How may stop the fight?
How be the self-illuminate?
How may the soul alight?

Now, each question that asks me
I take it for a stroll
Hoping that it lasts me
Unlike mortal friendships
So that one day
I hope in return
to it, answers I can dole,
About how to wake up from the
Dark Night of the Soul