SamadhiMuse

Perfect jewel, this awareness here,
poised in the timeless now.

A biological dream
seeing the way
for the replicating forms
that spawned it.

I am here … and I am not.

Waiting for the laws of physics
to unwind me.
Can words beguile me
against such clarity?
The very is-ness crawls around my feet
and knows nothing of my name.

I am here … and I am not.

Come and embrace me
before this darkness
disassembles me.

Have we anything else
but the touch of a loving hand
and these dusty spiritual books?

I am here … and I am not.

Gallagher
10 Oct 2018
Christchurch

 
My pen draws me back again and again
   to ask what is this pensive, sad joy
that overwhelms me and brings me
   to tears as I feel this life?

Is it the enlightenment beyond words;
   a full and immediate dose of 'what is'
wrapped in such beauty and pathos
   that I am grateful even to drink
      the poison cup?

I don't know. 
   But deeper and deeper it goes.

The people, the surfaces, the memories
   in an infinite parade beyond description
And I have but to look and my heart
      opens in a torrent.

I have to stop myself from gazing
   least I lose the ability
to remain focused in these spaces we share.
   Least I be bent by such persuasion
      that my tears render me mute.

Here, I can only feel, and kneel before it
   saying 'yes'; 
as the fullness of being
   pours through me wordless, raw, 
      immediate, and blessed.
        

gallagher
11 Dec 2018
Christchurch
 

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