
Are the ones we find the answers to
We find the answers to the questions we ask ourselves.
Questions like:
“what’s wrong with me?”
prompt us to find the answer to that question.
I come up with answers as to what is wrong with me.
Questions like:
“how do I learn and grow from this?”
cause us to find the answers to that question.
I come up with answers as to how I grow and learn from this.
Be mindful of the questions you ask yourself.
You’ll come up with an answer, whether it’s true or not.

A poem on freedom
Show me, let me see.
Teach me, let me learn.
Guide me, let me follow.
Trust me, let me lead.
Hold me, let me cry.
Fool me, let me laugh.
Free me, let me fall.
Free, me: let me fly.

A poem about the nature of enlightenment
I close my eyes
…
An eclipse,
A void.
Light is no longer
Something seen,
Only
Something felt.
Perhaps it was for me
To learn, to understand,
That what light illumines
Can neither be seen,
Nor unseen.

A poem on the flow of inspiration
Uninterrupted Flow,
Cultivating a sense of ease.
Dilation
Of the channel
Through which awareness
Pours into my senses,
Out into the world,
And back into
My heart.
Forever unfolding
A crease to each opening,
Something left
To be revealed;
Something right.

Moments in our lives that create unnecessary tension
Tension in feeling like I need to know.
Tension in feeling like I ought to know by now.
Tension in feeling behind.
Tension in feeling like a failure.
Tension in wanting things to be the way I want them to be.

a poem about It
If I could just learn to let things be.
I could just learn to let things be.
Just learn to let things be.
Learn to let things be.
To let things be.
Let things be.
Things be.
Be.
B.
∞
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A meditation on the unknown
If there were any sense to be made of it,
it would lose its sense of awe. Its wonder.
Wonder exists
in the not knowing.
In the mystery.
Be content with not knowing.
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