Authenticity

AUTHENTICITY

Test every word you say so that its validity is proven in your own being.
This is the timeless brief;
To sing your heart's song
Straight out into the void from which it came

Cleverness and artifice are for others

For you there are no options but to growl your growl
To let the hammer fall where it must;
On what it must.
Be gentle as mist or thunderous as avalanche,
Whichever is summoned.

There's little point in holding back
When the ground you traverse is the ground you stand on.

TOY DONKEY

Precious few question

What they are doing in this rubbery sack

With nine holes.

On the other hand

Some spend a lifetime

Investigating this puzzle

Or worshiping it.

Most ignore the inquiry

Seemingly content

To let the toy donkey trot down the hill

Powered solely by gravity.

Whether either approach has any intrinsic merit

Is certainly open to question.

The seekers who claim to be finders

End up living step for step

Like those who never sought.

 - Rudra Nua

ARIA

Idée Fixe

Please don't look to me for good news,

Please don't expect bad news either.

Equanimity can be a rare commodity

But even that could be construed as an idėe fixe.

There comes a time when you are truly careless.

I can assure you a few surprises might come your way then. 

 -Rudra Nua

Aria

When the heart is signing its aria,

The world is quiet

FROG

FROG

Life with God,

Or without God,

Is all the same to a frog

Pity the poor mental gymnast;

He has overfilled his tank

And fuel has spilled all over the road.

~Rudra Nua

FLOWER OR FLY

FLOWER OR FLY

The pilgrim rests his staff and tears of frustration soak the ground.

He backed lame horses and fished without hooks.

All trust in trodden paths had long evaporated and

All hope for preferred states were left behind.

From this abandonment

A sapling appeared,

A fledgling peaked from the nest.

To flower or fly is at the whim of destiny

Not in his jurisdiction.

~ Rudra Nua

FREEDOM TANGO

FREEDOM TANGO

Salt doll, rope snake, duck rabbit

Hoary old chestnuts

To ask me who sees this life as solid.

In the fairground house of horrors

The floor starts to quiver.

The dear friends lose their lives.

Relationships form and bust.

The hungry lion of impermanence stalks the bush.

The carpet is whipped out from under the feet.

Two ways are open;

The well trod path of believing it all or

The freedom tango of seeing the false for the false,

The true for the true,