Power

There is no power to be gained from spiritual enlightenment.
For enlightenment is the giving up of all power,
or rather the recognition we never had any in the first place.

Learning

We all learn,
as life presents its great lesson,
the same lesson we all receive,
but reflected differently
according to the mirror of ego we hold on high.
But the learning is none of our doing,
nor is the mirror.
We are the watcher,
and could not stop it if we tried.

Shadow of death

The shadow of death is cast by life itself

Realisation

What else could enlightenment be,
than the sudden and total realisation
I am not in control?

Work

The only work of life is this,
to re-convince one’s self of the oft forgotten fact:
I am not free,
nor shall I ever be so.

Chasing your own tail

This mind is a dog that cannot cease
to chase its own tail,
wondering if on the next pass
it will be victorious,
and kill itself with a final bite.

The doer

One cannot live in isolation
often the watcher becomes the doer
feeling that his actions will reflect favourably
on his fate
forgetting that his destiny is a part of everything around him
of which he himself is just one small part
in this great peace can be found for the observer
but great pain done to the doer
and so through pain we return to wisdom
knowing always that we are condemned to do
without willing that it be so

Guilt and Honour

Attacks on my honour
Skeletons dug up and dressed in guilt
Light bent and perspective smudged
By the answer they want to see
Shall I argue, point out right from wrong
Oppose passion with passion
And with the sharpness of my sword
Cut them down to size?
Or just smile and say
You have all the answers and I none
Or let silence do my work
Let the judgers be judged in turn
Minds that cannot rest
Until they think they have won
Then more battles they must find
Enjoy it! That endless toil, I think
Then catch the same thought in myself
And smile; we’re all the same
Inside

The Winner

How I hate the winner
Favoured in his master’s eye
One more right answer
Is all that divides
Futures already written
But give me a sword
And I’ll write it for myself
With the blood of these fools

Forever Poor

Enjoying life involves both engagement and detachment
To see the trees I look at the sky
To see the flowers I look at the trees
And to see myself forget myself
It is this dual focus that makes wisdom possible
And helps us to find meaning in any situation

Ask yourself this:
If you cannot find meaning in any situation
Any happy or horrible circumstance of life
Then how can you find meaning in anything at all?
For if our happiness is dependant on outcome
We are forever poor