… Un-Being Bliss …

Glass,_araucaria_&_rain_02Rain on my head

and it enlightens the thought:

Rain rains.

Its purpose, a noun;

Its action, being itself.

No one rains.

What if I could find my verb?

A being without a “me.”

What if I could find the transparency

of Am?

How would it be?

With no “I,” it would be





… fly …!

There would be no “would,”

just a “be”

dissolving in bliss.

And bliss is a verb

for transparencing to the mystery.

…  Un-Being Bliss  …

Poem by Samadhi Yaisha. Copyright 2014. All rights reserved.

Image by commons.wikimedia.org.


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