Spontaneous Ecstatic Poetry and Prose I

C Christian Dahinden By C Christian Dahinden, 2nd Mar 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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These are selections of the ecstatic poetry and prose that spontaneously combust from my being, sweeping pen over page as I watch. What I "hear" is too beautiful to express. The best I can do is translate and something is always lost in translation. Just don't mistake the signpost for the destination no matter how ornate or simple it is decorated.

The Nature of Mind

The nature of our Minds'
A river flowing endlessly

A babbling brook of Time's
Lost and lonely wanderings

Thoughts come of past
And future but pass
Like a breeze

Are we free?
Or just lost and wondering aimlessly?

The wise say the only certainty is change
The sun rises and sets
The moon waxes and wanes

So why do we remain?
With our regrets
Who remains, we forget

If the only certainty is change

Then what about the true me?
The one who never does and only sees

The Only

If there is only Truth
Where is the path?

Words are impotent
The truth is vast
So vast that Its infinite

Yet subtle
So subtle Its intricate

Simple
So simple that Its singular

Penetrating us so deeply
That Its intimate

When we vanish as the instruments
Self-tasting is
Truly spectacular

Un-aimed

My words are un-aimed
For what would be accomplished by a thousand
Any hope is really doubt's disguise
As answers only lead to questions

In the cyclical circus of circles closed
Why waste this in-between
On any thing

It's all spiraling
And no one knows
Who's in control

Effort is meaningless
In the central current of a swift river

What You Will Not Find

Look into my eyes

What you will not find
Is your own longing for confirmation

I do not agree
Nor share your whether
your or
your not
your if
your and

It was always for you

I have my own agreements to break
That I might bend with the tempest
That would wash me clean

The Fools of Time

Belief birthed Religion
Theory, Science
Concept, Philosophy

I choose possibility
Which birthed Eternity
Birthed Infinity

And me only freer
I'll leave the other three to the fools of time

Dissolution

There are a few overflowing
In a dance of effortless grace

Stillness in movement

Contentment's glance
A featureless Face

The gate breath swings

The solution
Dissolution my friend

Dissolve yourself in the whole
And the illusion will end

Attempts at Persuasion

And, Or, Maybe
Attempts at persuasion fade

Let it be something to laugh about

Your freedom is not my charity or my doubt
Your restlessness
Not my cause to pause

It will pass away silly and innocent
In the end its insignificant
Never having mattered more than the brief and fleeting kiss
Blown from the lips of eternity that it is

Who Can I Be?

Your face comes to me

In beauty left undefined
Your heart is still-reflected
In changing eyes

A soft serenade
Sung sweetly

Your face comes to me

In the arms of love
Where resistance is a forgotten dream
Unrecognized

Your face comes to me

In the mirror of my soul
It is my own
Though it's not me

Who can I be?

No Longer We, No Longer Two

Summer has set
The sinking sun is hung

The rainbow scattered
Drips from the horizon

In skies of cloud
Colored with sighs
Love is revolving
Through a kaleidoscope of eyes

The varied unity of magnificent hues
The grades and shades of expressing what's true

This light is the essence of 'me' and 'you'

But from where the light comes
There is no longer 'we'
No longer two

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Advaita, Being, Contemplation, Freedom, Kabir, Love, Meditation, Mysticism, Neruda, Non-Duality, Poetry, Prose, Relaxation, Rumi, Self-Realization, Soul, Spirituality, Truth, Vasistadvaita, Yoga

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author avatar C Christian Dahinden
C. Christian Dahinden, the Chadyoga Upanisad, is a feral monk, writer and mystic, as well as an artist and musician.

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author avatar Retired
7th Mar 2013 (#)

anjoyed the pure advaita threads running through these poems. Especially this one:

There are a few overflowing
In a dance of effortless grace

Stillness in movement

Contentment's glance
A featureless Face

The gate breath swings

The solution
Dissolution my friend

Dissolve yourself in the whole
And the illusion will end

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