To my dearest
To the paths that present themselves
You are not the path
To the words that weave themselves
You are not the word
And to the thoughts that arise out of silence
You are not silence
What are you all doing here?
I invite you elsewhere
To my eyes that keep watch
You can retire
To my ears that stiffen their drums
You can relax
And to my back that straightens it all out
You are relieved
Duty is your calling, yet
Duty you do not call
I need you inasmuch
As I need to realize I don’t need you
The master is ready to serve
While the servants are eager to master
Such is the law abiding light
Those who carry it, have the lesser need
I cry let the light shine
I cry in the ignorance of your night
To my tears which have been held back
You can flow

Silent Student
What is all around can be found
In daily stepping
Observing without sound
Actions of masters who have managed so far
Teachers that don’t even know they know
What am I in this mess
Absorbing it so fast
The wisdom can not be put in words
The words only imply wisdom
But what I feel is beyond:
My thinking mind - My daily tunnel vision
Hovering between sound and silence
For the deepest lecture means nothing
Without the silence - which teaches just the same
When I find the boundary between the two
It will describe my state exactly
Because I’ll know the only boundary that exists
Is the one I’ve constructed
Sound is the same as silence – I’ve found
But these words try to imprison my ideas
With the overabundance of speaking lips
That creates an empty sound
I prefer taking silent sips
From the silent tea that awaits silently
To teach me

blue ridge mountatins - lonely pine
Save the humanS

Over stepping
why are we afraid
of the eyes of passer bys
we may reflect ourselves
I'm tired of the taboo
of feeling something
I'm not supposed to in you
anxiety breaks bridges of experience
of true feeling we're never
told about
there's no doubt
we bury our treasure deep
inside
we weep for attention
yet receive with apprehension
trusting illusion over intuition
confusion over realization
becoming beggars on the path to peace
we distract ourselves with waiting
over stepping simple bliss release