Glimpsing Perfection

I kiss the lips of oblivion and my name is abyss. So deeply washed as this mystery I cannot comprehend or explain how I’ve awakened as an endless swoosh of the cosmos through my heart. The ideas and beliefs conjured as imaginary Anita seem so selfish and small now as seamless emptiness breathes the body and dances the music of radiant pulsing energies complete with impersonal thoughts…

Essence of Emptiness

There is no longer any-thing to grasp, no solidness upon which to stand, just an imagining of birth and death breathing what is appearing and dissolving. Permanence dissolves and is gone beyond gone. I inhale empty universes flooding the heart as icy white light. I exhale edgeless, infinite, starless, stillness. Before and after dies seeing edgeless, infinite, timeless presence. Sorrow and joy arise echoing the faint notes…

Wreckage

Rain falling, wind gusting,¬†small chards of what I thought I was instantly dissolving into bright shadowy formless forms of loving empty awe and wonder as fierceness dies and lives and beliefs burn upon the silent hot waters of inquiry. perceiving arises, uncaused, to no one and everyone to no thing and every thing, as brilliantly beautiful swirling and refracting watery songs spontaneously appear singing heavy dirges of…