Category: Poems

Always

When speaking takes place it is always to you.
When hearing takes place that is you too.
The I that speaks is the I that hears.
That is the fact down all of these years.
There is no one else, there was no one there,
No one is here with no one to share
And this is the beauty this is the key
That unlocks the mind that is trying to see.
The truth is the I is always empty, alone,
Awaiting that moment when it stands on its own,
Knowing its self to be the only one.
When this takes place the seeking is done.
The speaking continues without worry or care
As I tell to myself there is nothing to share
And no one to share it with, yet it goes on,
For love is the player and for love it is fun.
This nothing is changing and goes on forever,
Bringing apparent pieces in oneness together
‘Til finally ’tis seen with a single eye
That all dissolves into itself bye and bye.
Leaving no memory, leaving no trace
Of the one long imagined whilst wearing a face.
It is seen all was always just an action of grace.

13.10.2015

Last night you fell in love

Last night you fell in love,
This time for the last time.
Now you will fall forever,
Deeper and deeper into this
That is the Truth of you.
Love saw it happening,
Love was the doer of it,
Love did it to itself
For there is no you.
When you fell you dissolved
Into this pool of Love
That is Life. what is.
The structure of the me
Fell apart as the root was seen
To be nothing, unconditional Love.
The ripples were felt throughout
By Love, in Love
For there is only Love.
Only I manifesting as you,
The One appearing as two.
This is how and this is why
These words can be expressed.
What was felt was felt
Where there is no seperation.
They are being expressed by the One
Who welcomed itself home.
Now that Love’s illusion is seen
Though the me may appear again
From time to time
That one will be seen in Oneness
And one day will no longer arise.
There is nothing to do
For there is no one to do it.
Yesterday you prayed your last prayer.
Yesterday the one that you imagined
Yourself to be surrendered to hopelessness,
That prayer was its last sigh,
The breath of the separate one
Dissolving into the breath of the Divine,
The drop returning to the ocean.
Last night you fell in Love,
Now you will remain here forever.

Avasa

This poetry can be found on the CD “Running on Empty” where there are poems read by Avasa with the music of Anando.
For info on the Cd

Sannyas

Leaves go
Where the wind blows,
Where the breath of the Divine
Carries them.
To be One with Life itself
All that is required
Is that we have no anchors
And dance freely.
There is no dancer,
There is only the dance,
All are caught in
The Breath that arises
Out of the Stillness
Of Being.
Sometimes two or more leaves
Are blown together
Down the same street
In the same direction
For a time together
And then they part.
It is possible that they will meet again
When the same breeze that guides them
And separates them
Joins them in its swirling.
This is how we meet and depart in Life
We are caught up in the flow
Of the Divine’s breath.
To be let go in this
Is to be rested in the hands
Of the Divine.
THIS is SANYAS,
Allowing,
Going, coming,
Observing without interfering,
Just Being,
Knowing all the while
All is the will of existence
And ultimately one’s own.

Avasa

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This poetry can be found on the CD “Running on Empty” where there are poems read by Avasa with the music of Anando.
For info on the Cd write to anando@inwind.it

In death as in out deepest sleep

In death, as in our deepest sleep,
We meet as One, no other there
To separate, creating fear,
All that remains is essence bare.
All thoughts of ceasing to exist,
In Truth, are but avoidances
Of facing fully what is met
At lifetimes end when grieviances
Are scattered to the winds of time.
Then resting in Eternity
We know, we recognise direct
The Truth of all humanity.
The I of you, the I of me
Is always, and has ever been,
This moment, the continuum,
Untouched, the void behind each scene.
Stripped bare of all beliefs is found
The one that is the seeing of
What does appear as otherness,
Worthy alone of this word Love.
There never was a seer here,
The seeing only could take place
Because the action was the seen,
Appearing as all time and space.
All, in the twinkling of the eye,
Is realised and understood,
Its obviousness, its blatancy,
No longer known as bad or good.
One action is all that appears,
No opposites arise in play
Where Oneness rules with clarity
‘Tis seen that night does follow day.
And e’en whilst breath is in these forms
‘Tis possible the same to see,
That all that is is I alone
There never was a you or me.

Avasa

This poetry can be found on the CD “Running on Empty” where there are poems read by Avasa with the music of Anando.
For info on the Cd write to anando@inwind.it

Between my finger and my thumb

I remember well when I was young
Between my finger and my thumb
I held the moon.
Those sparkling lights in the night-times’s sky
I stroked and touched as i did fly
On through the darkness.
They had not told me then of time
T’was just the length of a nursery rhyme
In my mind’s eye.
I was the space in which things were,
An empty space and nothing more
Until they told me
That distance, which I could not see,
Was all around and far from me
And i believed them.
Collapsed from radiance I fell
Into the constricts of the hell
Of size and lifetime.
There were those moments, when alone,
I tasted of my timeless home
Where all was in me.
Less and less those moments came
As I grew familiar with the name
They called me.
From my beauteous vastness taken,
With torturous thoughts I felt forsaken,
Time and space my snare.
Suffering the sense of separation
I found myself in desperation
One cold, wet night.
Looking to the starry sky
I begged to know the reason why,
A rusty jagged tin in hand.
There was no wish to carry on
In time, along with all the throng
With sheep mentality.
Suddenly I was again the seer of the global scene
And all that is and that has been
Was known and understood.
That single flash of eternal light
Had shattered an illusion’s night,
In one fell swoop.
I began from there to live again
I sang the wind and danced the rain,
And no one saw me.
For all are busy looking at and out,
If they would only turn about
And see me.
To know this Emptiness again
Is desires every aim
To know me.
There is, no matter how we try,
No answer to the question why?
Just cease its asking.
This place from which you ever flee
Is the resting place, the eternal me,
The question and the answer.

Avasa

This poetry can be found on the CD “Running on Empty” where there are poems read by Avasa with the music of Anando.
For info on the Cd write to anando@inwind.it