cow
in the meadow
a smile
goose with its young
joy
duckweed in the ditch
laughter
looking inward
I don't survive it |
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behold
the serene beauty
the waterlily wordlessly
offering itself to me
this deep tenderness around me
hear the wind beckoned by the reed
the smell of cow cake all around
how light my steps
in this small moment of eternity
bowing down in reverence for the
fish
everything falls into place
the grass which remembers itself in me
a new earth which is heaven |
the
quietude of
the universe
a smile
the subtle force which
makes life
blossom
selfsame silence which
sends people and ducks alike
quacking |
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hollow
pollard willows
pregnant autumn air blanketing
the chilly wet land
bobbing heads on splashing water
traffic light on red
when the drawbridge descends
dreary rain
innumerable swans in
the faint green meadow |
misty
morning
barren trees
ducks quacking in the canal
quiet streets
cold feet
while cycling through town
the smell of coffee
thrumming music
chatting people in cafés
soles of feet
breath at a minimum
all around such wondrous silence
The transparency of existence |
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gazing
past the copper-plated roof
I see
the wintry branches above
winged
ripples of water in the canal
looming up above the same roof
dense grey clouds
the house-fronts strung together
like a string of beads
while around me the buzz
of people relishing lunch
such a pleasant place this world
The extraordinary ordinary life |
the
rustling of the silent sea
warm wind from the east
dune tops outlined against clear azure blue
elderberry blossoms sprinkled
with sunlight
It speaks for
itself |
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gentle
breeze
blue light on the waves
within me
watching my hands
I look at the waves
watching hands and waves
suddenly
everything is part of seeing
the sound of the waves
I reflect
the waves playing with
indifference
listening to the waves
suddenly
the transparency
the ecstasy
of the waves dancing
nothing is moving
subtle beauty
of my limitless Heart
waves come and go |
of a
sudden
heaven breaks open
and out of the blue
land the earth in my lap
as through an invisible
gate I quietly entered
the blessing of
the Eternal Moment
a sanctuary which
is infinite
myself dissolved in
the pure Origin
overwhelming joy thanks to
what I see and know
this is my body
dunes, sky and trees |
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nature
- all that is
originates from Me
and yet
she is not of me
I surround and permeate
her fully and with tenderness
and yet she
is a world onto herself
with rapture
she fills me
she is like one a child
in the arms of my silence |
when
the one and only reality
breaks open all worlds then
all falls into place
and what remains is
one translucent clarity
the bottomless depth
All there is to hold on to
is intangible |
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in
the clear transparency of
Nothingness all comes into blossom
when in touch with my body
everything around me is within reach
through my touch
It continually touches itself
since my coming to life
Its garden is my garden
my body, the oleanders, the
bare mountains
the simmering sun, the green lettuce,
my friendly
host and in the distance the sea -
all is part of this one great life
Within the Inexpressible is held
the sensuality of enjoyment |
AUTUMN
autumn has found in me
its heart
and mourns
just observe these shrubs
their silent resignation
has moved me
the leaves who
lost their lustre
console each other in the earth
and the sun in
its rustywarm glow
takes leave
alas
all around is dying
in Me |
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WINTER
coming home
I walk
not of this world
in the splendour which
I am Myself
how fine are
the crowns of all those
wintergreen fir trees
in contrast with
the bluecool sky
intoxicated by divine
drunk joy I do not
know anymore
what to do
I am Alive |
SPRING
how inexpressibly
perfect is this
endless moment
the warm spring sun
so incredibly
comforting
and aye now
I suddenly perceive
that blossom here
everything is transcended
see I am
the essence of
the bricks next to me
how inconceivably
new rest the
hands in my lap
the silence that
I Am
whispers Itself in
the things around me |
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SUMMER
with my feet in
the summersoft soil
everything becomes
a transparent mystery
I bewitch the
trees with my silence
never they smiled
to me like this
the trees are
just like my gait
gentle gestures from
the same Source
without Me
no gait no trees
I am the one who
is behind everything
I completely and all
transparent
the whole existence
a smile |
I see
creation through
Its eyes
how great must be Its rapture
Its glow is held in all
that meets the eye
my transparency radiates
all from Nothingness
yonder the marigold in her
yellow-warm glow
see her beaming at me!
The marigold, cuckooflowers,
the duckweed in the ditch and
myself in the light of the
selfsame Reality. What a
miracle |
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the
more you become yourSelf
the more undefinable you are
your clear presence
is in itself without substance
retreated into the Unknowable
the world
is once again open to you
what is visible blossoms as
never before through your invisible
presence
Everything - the grass, the
flowers,
the trees, clouds, sea and people in
the street - everything is the joy of
your presence |
living
silence
sweet glow of love
all blending into the One
so consistent
all around dissolved
nothing able to permeate it
joy
imperturbably open
omni-present
The fulfilment of your life is
always with you |
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of a
sudden
sweet as nectar and o so
lovely
the illuminating brilliance
purifying my body
the body laden and I
so luminous
returning it
from whence it came
to the earth
freed by her embrace
coalesced
I am part
of everything
caressing the grass |
joining
the trees in their dance
drunk with the water from the brook
beckoned by the valley
descending with joyful leaps
celebrating the at-oneness of body
hands joined in reverence
encountering creation within Myself
and spreading it about!
The Origin abounds in rapture |
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all
is plentiful
ready am I to receive
riches are there for those
who know themselves not
all is empty
to comprehend requires nothing
the scent of jasmine wafts in as
the wingbeats of my soul
As you are nothing you are
everything |
incessantly
I see everything
for the first time
joy comes from
feeling no matter what
with wonderment I contemplate
things already familiar
the most deeply am I touched
by I don't know what
The more deeply you grasp
something the less you are
impressed by it |
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feeling
the soles of my feet
it dawns on me
I shed my body
like a bridal cloth
immersed in the infinite freshness
of the invisible
everything comes directly to me
what endless wonderment
without exception all is
moved by the silence
That one string of awareness has
me join in Its endless melody |
when
clarity breaks through me
that self-same instant
blissful liveliness
overwhelms me
in the transparency
the beauty of all colours is unsurpassed
all about blossom the poppies
in the distance the song of a lark
I am in all and all is in Me |
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the
mystery
glistens
in the dew drops
beneath the morning sun
such refreshing awakening
the unspeakable
blossoms
in the fragile beauty
of the spring-blossom
such merry joy
the silently present
stirs
among the splashing wavelets
on the water's edge
how infinitely playful it is
see
the all-pervading
dancing
in the butterflies
along the row of trees
what a delightful sight
see
the eternally infinite
which
seeks itself in Me
spreading out
I am in It and all
See! |
billions
of lives in
singleness
tons of stone as
light as a feather
the rays of the sun
bleached by the Light
self-conceit
the greatest folly
it is all just
a trifle different
Normally the world is upside down |
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the
secret of existence
is held in her solution
the incomprehensible
the basis of knowing
nothing more conducive to growth
than emptiness
from the silence
the leaves playfully dance
in the wind
I am but one of the innumerable
expressions of Myself |
latched
unto but one
single thought
what a humble life
your mind leads
time and again going
this way and that
will there ever be an end
to your restlessness
caught up in the
cycle of weariness
there is yet
more suffering to come
burdened by all
which you exclude
when will joy
truly befall you
if in order to know
but a glimpse will suffice
why not
open up to the now
The joy of the herenow is greater
than the sum total of all
experiences |
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how
special the taste of this wine
the rice which was just the right kind
how welcome this refreshing breeze
my silence which well endures all
this noise
people enjoying themselves around me
the smell of blossom which
opens my senses
the curt answer which was just
what I needed
and with my feet on the ground
my mind remains constantly clear
how kindly life is disposed towards me
watch out drunkard, or else you may fall
Opening your heart without
exception |
I am
the grass at my feet
as well as the dirty water in the ditch
the sun-turned blossom of the wild rose
as well as the sun
both the quarrelling ducks
and the quarrel
the roadside picnickers brawling on
the water's edge and the water's
edge itself
I am also the row of trees
the rustling as well as the evening breeze
just as much as the lock of massive concrete is part of me
All joy and all sorrow am I. At
all
times amidst all that is |
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without giving it a thought
you fetch the child from the water
without a trace of fatigue
you search all night for the missing one
with super-human effort
you spend hours extinguishing the fire
with endless patience
you listen to the person in need
with great self-sacrifice
you offer your life to your child
Transcending yourself is the most
normal thing in the world |
