Poems

Trust The Tide

Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:17

The Tide goes deep and deeper still.

Witness.

I do not hold, it has gone on.

Witness.

Here the pain. Not me to fix.

Witness. Ever deeper, where now the pain?

Witness.

All doing done, who holds who is held?

Awareness.

Who I really Am

Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:16

No beginning, only Process.

The Spirit reincarnates.

Birth and Life

The meeting of the unfolding and the experience.

Layer upon layer of delusion.

I have become I and forgotten.

Yesterday was and tomorrow will be-or so it seems.

No now.

An Empty Bowl

Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:15

I have a metal bowl.

It was made by the latest in a lineage of such bowl makers.

It is empty, though the Ocean is in it.

If I strike it, it rings and that is useful.

I can put flowers in it, that is beautiful and that is useful but it wont ring.

My grand-son could pee in it and probably would and that would be useful but it wouldn’t ring.