Poems

Terror Bites

There is no-one here

There is no-one anywhere

No-one out there

Just one everywhere

No-one out there!

How can there be?

There is no out there

So you can see,

nothing is all there is,

your free.

Terror bites the heart and soul

Leaving you to feel so cold

You never thought it could be true

But never mind

There is no you

Truth is not a big thing

It's so small it makes the heart sing

All the big things belong to me

But I don't exist you see

Home

Home is not among the dark of ignorance and fear

It lies beside the babe before it sheds a new born tear

No matter how you try to unwind the chains of time

It's never found in what is bound whose absence is sublime

Take my hand and walk the path of deep surrender

The only way to end the pain of fear

Don't be afraid, just face the offender

And all at once the road will disappear.

Spiritual Autolysis

Everything I say, has no meaning

Everything I pray, has no ceiling

Now I know I see, How I can be free

I never know what to say

But I say it anyway

It doesn't mean you hear

And no point will appear

I don't know

It saves my life

Everytime I listen

No more lies

Cause I'm on a mission

Stay calm, it's always here

Live life, in the absence of fear

Footprints In The Sand

Footprints, are gone when the tide rolls in

Never to be seen reborn

Just like rain in the skies or tears in our eyes

Are dried and then forlorn

The memory of them all will fade away

And time will have its day

Has it all been a dream?

Yes that's how it seems

I'm sure it doesn't matter, and who can say

Like the sands of the mandala taken by the wind

Let go, let go,

It may come as a surprise when you realise

It's all you, you know.

Perfectly Out of Place

I noticed you one evening

when I was suddenly quiet

and there you were

Perfectly out of place

Every crease , every shadow, every unclosed door

Generally unseen but still perfect.

It seems to wait in silence till it is noticed and then,

The only thing that can appreciate, sees.

Why does the seer involve itself in movable mind

In the stillness there is perfection

Waiting to be noticed

Stop and see, but stop first.

Movement is in time,

perfection is in the absence of movement

And therefore the absence of time

Stop and see, but stop first.

It’s all there, it just hasn’t been noticed.

The surface mind is a cyclone

The further from the centre the faster it moves.

The further from the centre the difficulty to be still increases

Trying to return is impossible

You are not the cyclone, it cannot return

It is just movement signifying nothing

Let go, you are the centre.

No thought, No movement, no time.

Perfectly out of place.

Olivia Mae

Everytime Olivia Smiles

The way you laugh and the way you cry

Fills my heart and I don't know why

Please stay the way you are forever

I see your face, in all the children

Your delight is their delight

You are all that they can be

Everything you do is everything to me

You expect everything to be so

But your the one that makes it so

You are by far my greatest guide

You taught me how to play inside.

Reality