Tag Archives: Poetry

As you are

As you surrender the egoic-mind-lifeYou’ll see for the first time in lifetimesthat who you were was just a dream;dissolving into the morning,as dreams naturally do,night forever sinking beneath the sun. You can’t experience this through religion,a binding rope can’t hold the waves of water,where sun and moon reflect for each – arriving tearless and departingContinue reading “As you are”

Meditation: On Time

Beyond the clock and the digital timers…. The sun rises and sets and rises again,the years turn like the winding of a dial never-ending,the eternal return returns again. Time is a circle, not a line,and yet you believe you were born,that you have a middle life,and that you die in the end. The mind createsContinue reading “Meditation: On Time”

At the very least

…poetry arisesfrom the quiet of evening,just before the light fades,glimmer stretched onto a horizon,where, once dissolved,not even darkness is seen to move;you are flowing through distancereceding neither behindnor in front, careless that your long gone,but in the middle of somethingsomewhere and somehowwhere silence is louder than sound,and the power of what is saidis in whatContinue reading “At the very least”

The Wisdom through the Knowledge

Wisdom doesn’t arrive from knowledge; it isn’t the analysis of things or ideas;In fact, Wisdom doesn’t arrive at all, for the Fountain of Life remains eternal. From One comes Two,and from Three, they are One. Knowledge separates the creatures,binding each to their own devices,confusing loves for desires. But Wisdom is the only Love,as sure asContinue reading “The Wisdom through the Knowledge”

Poetry and the Illusion of Fact

The prose is nothing without the poetry; two lovers that must find, once again, their union, which is their power, and the only truth in a world that is a nonsensical maelstrom of streaming fictions and facts. Today, poetry has become something designed to be understood, something clever and tactical, something like programming and surfaceContinue reading “Poetry and the Illusion of Fact”

No Words for Self

As Self emerges from Non-Self,what you once thought straight,now seems to be sordid curve,what once seemed outside,now seems rooted in the heart;and what you desperately needed,now seems a desperate waste of time. Oh, and language itself:how highly inefficient it is,failing to capture butterfly wings,bright thoughts brewing wild storms,every minute like the time of raindrops,liquid raysContinue reading “No Words for Self”

What it means to be Human: Art, Magic, and Machine

Artificial Intelligence is based on machine learning. It learns from patterns and probabilities, and chooses output based on its estimation of the probability of a pattern or result that already exists and occurs in the world in some form. Machines learn from what is already existing, and do not create anything new, except by wayContinue reading “What it means to be Human: Art, Magic, and Machine”

Dust

Each one of us,We start small,Babies learning to roll,then tumbling to fall,over and over again,until we grow up;until we can walk,and the universe beginsto expand… Strange:for although he grew taller,his ego became stronger,proud to discover a proven smallnessin the context of scientific scenery,stars and moons, planets and galaxies:“I’m just the dust in the wind”,he says,Continue reading “Dust”

Forgotten ocean

you don’t become who you are,you can’t go anywhere else:for you are only this stillness;as still as the ocean currents arestill,where you are and how they are,here,and patience isn’t very hard,not at all; in fact,for it remains too, going nowhere,waiting for nothing, waiting is nothing; all letters simply float to the surface,like noise scattered fromContinue reading “Forgotten ocean”