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Poetry
by
Geo Wain
http://members.tripod.com/~Viveka/

The Great Pearl

Covered by the content of consciousness,
Hidden by the shadow, the shadow that is self.
Indescribable … Undefinable … and Unapproachable;
Shimmering, glimmering, and utterly Pure.
In Its’ voidless ocean, the concept lies, unbegotten;
Small wonder It cannot be found.
What a change in perspective! Awareness with no ‘of’.

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Acorns

Consider with me your lifetime
The last acorn on earth to be,
And listen with me to the sawmill
Consuming the last oak tree.
Consider again with me;
Acorns without number,
And Immortality.

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Me and Mine

There is no “me”,
There is no “mine”,
A seeming “Thee”, perhaps a seeming “Thine”.
But Absolutely! Positively!
There is no “me”,
There is no “mine”.

Learned men, Sages, Saints,
The Mystic, the Guru, the same picture they paint.
In words so confusing, in verse and rhyme,
They tell the same story, One … at a time.
There is no “me”,
There is no “mine”.

With logic, and reason, and common sense,
I pondered this mystery, this riddle,
This phrase with the perfect defense.
How could it be? I don’t understand;
But the Truth lay sleeping, in these words so benign;
There is no “me”,
There is no “mine”.

I struggled hard, I fought a good fight,
I wrestled for days, and I wrestled for nights.
In utter frustration, with the end not in sight;
Still these words came softly, from out the Divine;
There is no “me”,
There is no “mine”.

There must be an answer, there had to be,
But with the wrong kind of eye, I was trying to see.
With preconceived notions, and concepts so fine,
Blinded by ignorance, by habit entwined;
To open this paradox, these words underline;
There is no “me”,
There is no “mine”.

The echo of the answer, just a glint, that was all,
All that was needed, my mind to enthrall,
Wonder of wonders, the problem was solved!
The “problem” was mine …
There is no “mine” …
No “mine”,  no “problem”,
But there’s far more to see,
For I had it all backwards! How blind could I be!
Where there is no “mine”,
There is also no “me”.

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Yet A Little While

I feel a rage within my breast, silent, immense, powerful;
An all consuming rage.
For I have been deceived, and for that, someone must pay!
Deceived completely, tricked, hoodwinked,
Used, blindfolded and abandoned;
Usurped, and totally so.
Who is this fellow? that did such a thing to me.
What is his name? and where does he live?
I will hunt him out, I will find him.
Him the deceiver!
I will hunt him down like a dog, I will slay him;
With no mercy and no quarter;
It deserves to be so;
It is only just, it is only right.

I am he, I am the one.

But someone cast a Light, out-reaching and down,
Not instant Light, not sudden Light,
But a powerful Light, brighter than the sun.
And slowly, surely, gradually, that Light did dawn.
I must thank this person, my champion, my friend;
Him I congratulate, and to him I owe a great debt.
My gratitude is overwhelming.
Who is this fellow? that did such a thing for me.
What is his name, and where does he live.

I am he, I am the one.

I am the deceived, and I am the deceiver.
I am the Liberated, and I am the Liberator.
But I have not yet found Him, what strange mystery is this?
Him that I know so well! Him that I don’t know at all!
More than that, Him that can not be ’known’.
Yet a little while … and the Light will shine.
For I have caught the scent of that all elusive fox;
The hound is loose! run fox run!
But to no avail.

There is no place to hide, there is no place to turn.
For I know your haunts, and I know your den!
I know even your thoughts, your weakness and your strength,
And also your habits, your breadth and your length.
Yes I know you fox! and I know you well!
I know you by sight, and by sound, and by smell!
And I have you now, as it were,
Right in the very palm of my hand.

I admire you fox, ’twas a merry chase, you led me upon;
But this game is over;
Yet a little while, and this hunt is done!
For I am the fox, and I am the hound,
The hunter and the hunted, and the scent in between.
Yet a little while …
And the One … will be found.

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