Clear Memories

Still, I believe in love..
Recognising its' simplicity,
as a feeling unexplained..
Inspired in a song of words,
or in a speech that touched the heart.
Like a sun warmed-breeze upon your skin,
which stirs the leaves to dance.

Dwell Upon at Times

Listen to the sound of one hand clapping..
Pictured in the minds eye we see.
Given rise to a collection of thoughts.
Focused on the point beyond arms reach.
Seeking as before with calming influence.
Towards a place of pulsing emptiness.
Our last step is but a beginning.
Set apart from all without when looked from, from within..
and glimpsed upon occasions rare, in conscious state sometimes.
Yet all is true in meditation
when the questions are correct.

Influence

Western Star,
from which I see.
In Eastern light,
from which I look.
Frontiers in new horizons
Speak to me of dreaming..
Visions of Power,
vanquishing the illusions of life.

Gazing..
Towards the West,
from Eastern Skies

Live

A challenge of intensity
towards which we have no awareness.
Its power and eager grip
fortified within the midst of our minds.
Taken shape in our every-day lives,
in our sight it is willingly concealed.
Confronted, the challenge is forced away with intensity..
gathering Itself again.

?

Ask me a question
when I know not the answer
and I will give you a clue.
Read the thoughts upon my face
and the answer comes unbidden.
But remember..
The question that you ask me now..

I may not want to answer.