Rankings About Nothing ******* I found a treasure, But not what you think.

I have a secret, Of which I can't speak. If I could tell it, It would sever your head. Go play now, Sleep well in your bed. ******* There is a stranger at the door They say he has lost his mind. I wonder if he'll find mine. ******* Beyond sometime and somewhen... Beyond something and somewhat... Beyond somewhere and someone... I AM... ******* Prior to words and their taleings. There is a song that keeps ringing. A song I can't hear. Breath passes through me. Music fills this sphere. ******* Wine is good and warms the heart. Books they say, makes one smart. I've had both and I've been letting. Thoughts of me and mine forgetting. It's a wine I never tire. A book of holy sacred fire. ******* Rumi and Buddha told me. But I did not hear them speak.

******* Open Open Open Open the windows! the blinds! the doors! your minds!

******* A fire has started, Let it burn Fan the flames Let it burn Let it burn ******* There were long yesterdays I don't remember.... They tell me of a future I can not see... ******* Sin has done me well Virtue has done me ill. It's all the same... dream. ******* I had a dream one night while sleeping in my bed. This dreamer dreamed of dreaming. This movie filled my head. You must awaken now a quiet voice did say. With that, and these three worlds The stranger walked away. ******* What brings you here this night? Some story you had to tell? Some news that burned your ears? Water from the deepest well? No ones here... Jump in... Drowned that fire... ******* Never, a place I've been.

No-thing, a parcel send. Dark and silent depths, Born a fishes friend. Imaginary busy daze. Blue terrestrial haze Believe it's not a dream? Resist/protecting scheme? Some fish fear their drownings. And choke in wet surroundings. Hope for sunshine rejecting rain. Yet the ocean they contain. Breath it in. ******* I knew Buddha. I knew Paul. I knew Jesus. Knew them all. It's not what they knew that is so frightening. It's what they didn't know that's enlightening... ******* When cerebral universe collide. Will mental wranglings subside. Let "I don't know" reside. Then leave this sign outside. ******* Words there are a plenty. Like pennies to buy a Bentley. Wash them from your looking glass. What you see will be a gas... ******* You can't get there from here. If you don't know where your at. Perhaps, there is no where to go If you are where your at I don't know

******** Forget me, forget these words. Suspect all you've ever heard. Throw all these bundles overboard. These treasures you need not hoard. In this rough and fearful sea Throw out this apparent me. When this boat's completely clean Without hope-dispare to lean. With islands of future-past behind The Sun of Life will shine. ******* Some call it Spirit, some call it Tao. Some even name it! Holy Cow! From nothing appears the manifest. The named from this namelessness. In this great and cosmic sea There is no you and no me. Without these, divisions cease. Without labels, open seas. Flowers and honey, name no bee. Bees just be. ******* Imaginary viper's tit. The wordly world, the whole of it. No words spoken could be true. Nor the thoughts your monkey mew. Your concept cradle, baby cry. Broken leg, Spindle lie. Unstable construct, at the best. Leave behind and take a rest. ******* I am, not what I think. Not what I think, I am.

Is it the pan that finds the gold Or the gold that finds the pan? The watcher watches intently For that one nugget bright. Discarding all darker matter For the one that is right. The stream keeps it's pouring The pan now very old. Through a tiny little opening The watcher turns to gold. ******* It wasn't me! You didn't see. A magic trick, a slight of hand. A seeing, hearing, tasting, touching Song from memory strikes the band. What you see you think you know... Just one hand clapping every note. ****** I looked at the darkened mirror As the sages and mystics said. I search tirelessly and ceaselessly From the pointers I had read. Then the lights came on No question, no answers, no head. ******* Beyond what I knew. Beyond that new not knowing too. Beyond every belief-concept and their kind. What your seeking is not in the mind. ******* I I I I asked asked asked asked the preacher and he said "pray and read". a priest , fast he did say. the guru, he said meditation is the way. myself and no one responded.

******* A thought comes knocking But this is not me. Who is this Identity? Outside calling with names and labels. But nothing sits on broken tables.

Opinionating preference man "Believe this and take a stand. You must be right or left or up or down." (Court Jester, Circus clown)... Wear a mask everyone does it. Dear Self Esteem and don't you touch it! Their voices heard the whole world over. Political religious insane lover. Optimistic dying lot. Swallow the planet, kill for spot. Striving for something they can't keep. Built by corpses and their meet Houses full of entities. What ever imagination sees. If they'd stop and look inside. Inner silence stops the tide. Thoughts like driven snows Melt away before you know. Understanding is the key. There simply is no you or me. Search this house clean to the bone. The lights are on. But no ones home. ******* You are the moon. I am your shadow. Without you. There is no me. Devotion I would offer. But you don't require it. It's enough that I be clear. No more shadow. Only you. There is no me. ******* Be what you are. Be what you be. Amid a nameless world, Nameless sea, Nameless Eternity. *******

I attended a funeral today. But not in the usual way. No pall barers or lamenting crowd. No casket and no eulogistic cloud. No one spoke, no one cried. No one attended, no one tried. Gone were the memories, thoughts and schemes. Gone their conceptual structural beams. Gone those vapors of the mind. Old chains of darkness that did bind. This seeming world has died to me. Old man dying... New man free... ******* "Don't revive me" The pendant read. Why is this the lady said? I've seen the world through human eyes. Desire for things, What money buys. Don't revive me. It's all lies. But what about pleasure? she did say. There is no pleasure without the pain. To me it's all the same. Don't revive me. Let me be sane. What about your future? she inquired. Time for me has expired. A foolish dream, once inspired. Don't revive me, I've retired. Is there nothing? She did bluster. Your world, for me, has lost it's luster. Chasing dreams like General Custer. Don't revive me. All feathers duster. There must be something! Sport, music, food or race? There is a dying in this place. No wanting, nor not wanting, either case. Don't revive me. I've seen my face. What have you seen that's so compelling? This living moment, beyond telling. Without words, this construct felling. Don't revive me. I'm past telling.

But you've got to give me a clue! You see the ocean but it's not blue. Just as your reflection is not you. Don't revive me. Unlock your zoo. ******* Shut the windows. Shut the doors. Shut out all that came before. Into silence make this leap. Ocean vast ocean deep. What you'll finds beyond telling. Words are pointers, forget their spell-ing. Who are you beyond relations? Deny body habitations. Cosmic ocean you contain. One life living without the strain. You, the all in all you see. The non being in all that be. ******* There is what is and nothing more. There is no thing that something's for. Darkness, non darkness is one light. As empty, non empty flies the kite. ******* Who is wanting? Who is not wanting? Who is it that thinks he sees? Who is this apostrophe? At the end of a sentence. In this mirage of time. A story never told. Ever new, ever old. ******* The pen points at paper. Pen knows not, on what it writes. Paper polishes it's etchings. Unconcerned of it's dim light. Pen and paper are my medium. It is like what I'm like. Nothing pointing to nothing. In the hand of Nothing, I've become light. *******

I would care to be three days past dead. But I can't imagine this in my head. Perhaps three days prior to conception. Wouldn't this change my perception? Who would I be? Would I be me? ******* Who am I? Self inquire and do not lie. Am I gender, searcher, lover, hater, body, sex or mind? I close my eyes and I die. Gone is this gender, searcher, lover, hater, body, sex and mind. If not these..... Then who am I ? ******* Look for that that can't be seen. Talk of that which is never spoken. Write about that which cannot be written. Find that which cannot be found. Slaying windmills of the mind. Crashing them to the ground. ******* I would go into your chamber. And there with you abide. I know that you've been waiting. Forever, I shall not hide. This dream of myself lover. I know this dreams not true. You made this very clear to me. But I must do what I will do. Intoxicating wine of pleasure Addicted to it's pain. I am not quite yet ready. To see this person slain. Maybe I'll tire of this story. And throw this book away. Like a wave believing it's not the ocean. This wave will be with you someday. ******* Blank page with lines on line. Erase the lines, you with spines.

Such is the sages mind. ******* It's Eleven o'clock and soon I will see. What twelve o'one on the clock will be. Will I be this person, intact not torn Or be what I was before I was born? Will I be remembered and called by name? Will I meet family and friends heralding my fame? Will we laugh about daze of old? Will we share stories not told? Will I be forgiven of all my offenses? Will I forgive those who knocked down my fences? Will it be heaven or will it be hell? From the minds vantage point it's hard to tell. After some investigation I offer my short summation. Watching this person, the minds favorite subject This thinking thing is highly suspect. A me grasping continuity Might be the minds menagerie. Watching this brain create illusion Reveals an unwitting secret collusion. We all actors are playing our parts. Drinking, "The Show Will Go On" to steady our hearts. Feeding each other duality's bait Fantasy worlds of love and of hate. When I'm really quite I think I see That non thinker not thinking in me. It has no name, no shape and no form. And was here before this person was born. As sure as a house is made out of timber I know it was here, But then, I won't remember. Just as that space was before and is after. It's stillness fills what's left of this rafter.

Foot note: To the actors that will take my place. Enjoy that wide open space! I Am here........ ******* Be like a wave that dives deep into it's self. And drowns.