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A Poem by Rubai.

There is nobody here, not even me

Always I am in your embrace my Love,
Just keep forgetting it.

Rowing my boat back and forth in your still waters,
trying to get somewhere

Finding my self drowning in the vastness of the moment
Lost in never knowing anything, What a great relief!

Remembering again

There is nobody here, not even me

Just your embrace

And I am you my Love,
or lets just say

I am

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2.4.12.

Grist.

How frail the thread that holds the one

That feels to be alive or dead,

When in split time the whole becomes

The part that seems so unwanted

By the radiance of the source

That brings contraction into play.

Tis always just the dance as this

Which brings to life the night and day.

One moment absence is the fact

A moment later all appears,

Gone the resting in repose,

Ahead the timeless plays as years.

And this with surety does say

That many are and all exist

Separate, labelled, isolate,

As me amongst the endless grist

That arises in this mill of time.

Convincingly the two appear

In what essentially can be

But the One in smile and tear.

Avasa

…………………….

2.1.2011.

The Quest.

I cannot be touched,nor tasted or smelt.

No sound is my equal,no form will be I.

Lay to rest then the seeking of objective experience

And I will be with you in the blink of an eye.

I am here, always here as the presence eternal

Forever unknown, a mystery I be

To myself, for no other exists in this presence

You , him and her are always just me.

As I seek it is I that I seek for, not knowing

That the seeking is my action manifesting as things.

Their appearance obscures what immediately remains

When searching collapses, the moment then brings

The realization that what lies behind all the movement

Is this stillness that always, already is here.

Rested unnoticed I am the bare empty canvas

On which the light-show of life does appear.

All is just this, nothing more, nothing less,

And when my attention comes finally to rest

At its source it is seen it is I that creates

All arising as my effort to fulfil my quest.

Avasa

…………………….

3.11.2011

Self Veiwed.

For a mind hell bent on finding an object

The truth of truths will not satisfy.

For this is still the seeking of something

‘Tis not yet ready for the I.

The I that is sought is the I that is seeking

Its own self as a something

‘Twill not be found as such in time

For ’tis always here as nothing.

When finally maturity has led

The wandering mind to see

That what it seeks is emptiness

Then immediately ’twill be

Still and silent rested

In its home-ground ever here

‘Twas always so but overlooked

By the play of egos fear.

The truth of self is simply not

An experience that is gained

By gathering knowledge in the mind

Which finally is arranged

So that the mind can claim it

As the result of all its work,

An objective view of self

Upon which the self itself does look.

Avasa

……………………………….

4/6/2010.

Gone.

This body is an empty cage

Its imagined occupant long gone

Collapsed one moment into dust

Which the many winds of time have blown

Away to swirl and mingle

With the whole that still exists,

Lost in all and everything,

As the appearance that still persists

To appear as though duality

Is true of what is seen,

Which mind can only understand

When the mirror of consciousness is clean.

These forms are but the hollow tubes

That Emptiness plays through

Creating in its movement the illusion

Of an apparent me and you.

Vacancy is what I am

Absence is the truth

Of the presence within which

The One manifests as both

The male and female, yin and yang

Which are polarities of the One.

And when they meet in unity

These too dissolve and then are gone.

Avasa

………………………………

5.3.08.

Only This.

There is no possibility for words to convey, and yet they try,

This moment when and where no one remains but by and by

Listening can bring what lies behind the words to be tasted

And in that instant it is seen that not a single one was wasted.

It is not in the spoken words themselves that this is known

Yet by being present and attentive to them gradually it has grown

Until finally what has previously been overlooked as naught

Is seen in all its obviousness to be something never bought.

For all along it always was and is one’s right of birth,

Absent of all qualities it had not received or seen its worth

By a mind based solely on the worthiness of things

It remained unrecognised, unnoticed waiting in the wings

Until the time the star role called for its manifest appearance

And the attention, void of objects, gave finally its clearance

To this that was the watcher all along in every instance,

The void within which appears the illusion of time and distance.

Simple in itself and yet profound beyond description

This that brings out of itself the all that is creation

Knows now the deepest value is this vast empty nothingness

And so in each and every moment it is seen there is only this.

 Avasa

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5.6.2010.

Wishing.

When the past is no longer held to

And the future not yet come

Though the mind be wishing silently

For a place to rest, a home.

Just know that in that moment

All that presents itself right then

Is the content of a dream you wished for

In a past of discontent.

Allow what is to be the case

Accepting what appears

As just a manifest appearance

That gives rise to joy and tears.

Life’s play is made of ups and downs

That make it all worthwhile

So welcome all and everything

And let your body smile.

Your radiance then will shine around

Transforming what appears

Into a dream of heavenliness,

The eternal linked with years.

This is the opportunity

To experience the play of Love

A one time show with no repeats,

Its value high above

Anything the mind can value

So leave the mind aside

And open into Life’s wide space

Then in this you’ll abide.

Avasa

………………………………………

5.3.08.

Only This.

There is no possibility for words to convey, and yet they try,

This moment when and where no one remains but by and by

Listening can bring what lies behind the words to be tasted

And in that instant it is seen that not a single one was wasted.

It is not in the spoken words themselves that this is known

Yet by being present and attentive to them gradually it has grown

Until finally what has previously been overlooked as naught

Is seen in all its obviousness to be something never bought.

For all along it always was and is one’s right of birth,

Absent of all qualities it had not received or seen its worth

By a mind based solely on the worthiness of things

It remained unrecognized, un-noticed waiting in the wings

Until the time the star role called for its manifest appearance

And the attention, void of objects, gave finally its clearance

To this that was the watcher all along in every instance,

The void within which appears the illusion of time and distance.

Simple in itself and yet profound beyond description

This that brings out of itself the all that is creation

Knows now the deepest value is this vast empty nothingness

And so in each and every moment it is seen there is only this.

Avasa

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