I hear no thing

 

We speak.

Towards strengths.

What we think.

Not what we feel.

 

Feelings are ours.

Our experience.

Not generally to be shared.

To learn, what set the hook?

 

We ponder less.

We consume more.

Trash in trash out.

What do we listen to?

 

Only in the silence.

In the cave was Elijah’s answer.

The still small voice of God.

How many stopped listening?

 

In self-importance to bathe an ego.

We falter and fail eventually.

Trusting the altar of man.

Into the dust we return.

 

For the followers of faith.

Love is common like air.

A natural state of being.

Listening in the silence.

Returning to Bliss.

So easy and so hard.

Close your ears to chaos.

Turn to the quiet.

 

God’s voice can be heard.

In the silence away from cacophony.

In beauty, in rain, stream and waves.

Listen for the voice; always whispering…

 

The ego.

Constant trickster.

Listen to it and all ends.

Sanity leaves and chaos ensues.

 

Satan is aptly named.

Adversary: only the self.

What demon tortures more?

What worm tongue shouts louder?

 

Calm the mind.

Go into the darkness.

Uncover the light.

See again and be at peace.

 

Quiet the mind.

The universe awakens.

Its aid is peace and light.

We return to Bliss and love.

 

Love to all.

The window is clear.

The mirror is cleansed.

Reality returns to light.

Dance only when asked

 

Cadence and rhythm.

Step and misstep.

Direction forward and back.

Lost is best avenue for found.

 

We search when we should sit.

We tarry when we should move.

Out of step and out of rhythm.

We dance the dance of chaos.

 

Yet this is the start.

Not knowing where, how or why.

We give up and let go.

The Creator finds us.

 

Be still and sit.

Retreat and listen.

Feel this life don’t think.

I made you, I am your guide.

 

To finally listen is Bliss.

Chaos parts and peace ensues.

The ego lets go finally knowing.

I was never here all along: I am a phantom.

Observations in Poetry

 

Moving along.

A path, a vision.

Who’s though?

Ours or implanted?

 

The creator creates.

We are That’s child.

We too must create.

It is our being.

 

What will We create today?

A better body?

A better mind?

A better soul?

 

We watch from the doorway.

At times we do this.

Other times we stroll through.

That’s when we are set.

 

Distractions fill our minds.

Time to return to Bliss.

Return to creating.

Time to grow the life we lead.

Observations in Poetry

 

Observer.

From where?

And then to where?

So much information.

 

To make sense of life is folly.

To follow the Tao is wise.

Secrets are revealed.

Understanding is supplied.

 

The chaos is manifold.

Bizarre behavior and strange beliefs.

Contradict in the mind.

The Way is the way.

 

Pulling up a chair.

Rocking on the front porch.

Watching the carnage and collapse.

Too busy in the mind no time in the heart.

 

The still mind is filled with Bliss.

Release the ego and ideas.

Joy and peace come about.

The mind of the infant.

 

Like a sponge we watch.

Guided when need be.

Forever on our own.

To wonder in awe and merriment.