Authenticity, truth and lies

What do you do when you come face to face
with whom you really are?
The bleak territory of deceit and lies,
to its bleached, stripped truth.

When you dissolve the fantasy and filigree,
with the precision of forensic gaze.
The flat lands of impeachable testimony,
to its stark, unreasoned reality.

When you unearth the foreign and fakery
with the fortitude of hunter’s necessity.
The region of unchartered evidence,
to its desolate, derivative chronicle

What do you do when you come face to face
with whom you really are?
The principality of being and
to its absurd, authentic narrative

The Rubicon

I have crossed the boundary
The die has been cast
Between self and non self
The terrain of doubt
The land of fear
Escaping into something
Light, ethereal, gossamer thread
The federation of states
Particle and wave
Consciousness or
Knowledge?
Perception or
Reality?
What do I know?
What do I perceive?
The difference is subtle
Yet dangerous, seductive
And casting a spell, weaving
Its sensuous, drifting
Invitation.
I take a decisive and irrevocable step
A loss of self. But who is self?
Where do I end and you begin?
No I have left that place!
Yet some part of my mind
Lingers
Looks back and regrets.

Choice?

Why do I reject the whole
In favour of the parts?
Why do I choose to be special
With all the pain it brings?
Me, myself, I
Separation, space and time
That’s what my cherished uniqueness brings.

Why do I reject the whole
In favour of the parts?
Why do I choose to judge
With all the pain it inflicts?
You, stranger, danger
Fear, guilt and anger
That’s what my ego brings

Why do I reject the whole
In favour of the parts?

Indra's Net

Interbeing;
infinite dimension
dependent origination
I only exist
because you do
in you I see me
in me I feel you.

When this isn’t
that isn’t.

Man;
volitional formations
feeling, craving, sensation
consciousness
anthropocentric
alienation
we declare our sovereignty
and despair.

Separated, eviscerated
Alone.

Opal coalescence
indigo interpenetration
intimately connected
mutually arising.
Indra’s net catches me
In mid fall.

From Your Seat On My Couch

We speak,
words which seem to have meaning,
concepts.
Mental representations of,
abstract objects.
Red, which is common to
apples, cherries and blood,
and all bachelors are unmarried.
You can see that it's true just lying on your couch.

Yet isn't it all made up?
Don't we weave,
concoctions,
of energy and light?
Yet, unconcious,
we believe them,
as if apples, cherries, bachelors
and blood
are real from where we sit on our couch

The illusion of form.
I sit at a desk,
writing.
An invention of matter and life,
a play,
where apples, cherries and blood
are bachelors
and red will never marry
while you sit and watch from your seat on my couch.

Dissolving Duality

Let me make love to your mind
take your hand and weave together
dissolving duality
the dissolution of deceptive
concepts.
Recurring madness
life after life

Let me seduce your thoughts
tempt you away from
seductive separation
the sentence of salacious
solitude.
Recurring insanity
life after life.

Let me enter you
penetrate your loneliness
enveloping ecstacy
the esoteric erotic
wholeness.
Recurring beauty
endless upon endless endless, light

I missed my mother today

I missed my mother today
I wanted to know what she thought
Does this suit me Mum?
The colour?
What about the length?
What about how the seams lay?

I missed my mother today
she would know and
she would care
not flatter.
She would know exactly
what to say.

I missed my mother today
there are some moments
when only she will do
one’s reflection
distorted , yet familiar
In every way.