Posts categorized “Poems”.

Arunachala

The ancient Shiva Mountain,

Calls from a land a-far,

Emanating from pure silence,

The Truth of who you are.

 

The power of such presence,

Calms the chattering mind,

Revealing the permanent wisdom,

Incessant thinking seems to blind.

 

Conveyed as pristine silence,

The universal language of the heart,

Life as it truly is – the totality,

No division or separate parts.

 

Those who seem to understand,

Are no-where to be found,

Ruthlessly devoured by bliss

Love’s eternal silence abound.

 

Karen Richards

May 12th 2011

Be As You Are

Closer than the breath of life,

Beyond the gentle sigh,

The all pervading silence,

Stillness watching – as all goes by.

 

Without preference, simply observing,

With an impersonal eye,

All that seems to be taking place,

Traceless – as a bird across the sky.

 

Oh, the openness of being,

That is what you truly are,

How to recognise this seeing,

When it’s closer than close – never a-far.

 

There is only pure experiencing,

Which is forever intertwined,

With the all-pervading silence,

Awareness free – beyond the mind.

 

There never was any separation,

Illusion just an idea – it’s true,

Recognise home – relax, surrender,

Then Be-ing as you ARE shines through.

All is Grace

Life is as it IS,

Forever and always just so,

All apparent happenings,

Unfolding in the eternal now.

Who am I to question,

The will of life itself,

When I attempt to impose ideas,

Only suffering will result.

 

 

Every experience is simply a gift,

To see beyond all form,

When personal identity shifts,

What is realised is the impersonal dawn.

Awakening reveals great wisdom,

That was forever and always – right here,

Surrender beyond all sense of self,

And everything becomes very clear.

 

 

Merging with the infinite,

There is nothing ever to do,

Accept to surrender and allow,

The will of life shines through.

All there really is IS Grace,

Revealed beyond all doubts,

The infinite seen in countless faces,

An eternal sea of love.

My Nature is Silence

Oh what can possibly be uttered,
Of that beyond all time?
Which apparently asks for nothing,
Nor questions as to why?

Life, the greatest mystery,
Oh what does it all mean?
Is there something lying beneath,
The surface of all that’s seen?

Amidst the suffering and chaos,
There lies the greatest gift.
To live life anchored in the Self,
No longer seemingly adrift.

In this crazy world of opposites,
Is it possible to simply see,
That experience is but a mirror,
And that there is no you nor me…?

Deep dissatisfaction and striving,
A symptom of forgetting,
The truth of who you ARE –
The source of all the fretting.

Suffering is the great awakener,
Although it can be hard to tell,
That there is a deeper reality,
Beyond mind’s living hell.

What if it was suggested,
You are not what you think.
Would this ease your troubles,
Or take the mind to the brink?

For once the beloved calls,
From beyond even a name,
Nothing remains but silence,
All seeking is in vain.

Diving off the cliff of false identity,
Beyond all ideas and sense of Self,
Beyond the image of a ‘me’,
Outside of conceptual thought and time,

Lies hidden – seemingly from view,
The truth of who you ARE,
Something you always really knew.
Although it seemed so far –

Instantly into life’s heart ‘you’ melt,
Without a sight or sense or sound,
Sweet clarity abounds –
And, what was forgotten – simply found.

My nature is silence,
No words can explain,
To speak of apparent paradox,
Is to re-enter the illusion game.

Upon the deepest letting go,
It’s all so very clear,
That life is forever simply ‘this’
All that ever was, just ‘here’.

Love reigns on ‘earth’ right here, right now,
Impossible to miss,
Ruthlessly ending the search for peace,
Revealing life’s eternal kiss…

Karen Richards April 2011

Mother Mystery

In an instant the minds cover – blown,
And what has always been known,
Was revealed in shining perfection true,
Ever fresh, yet – not new
Emergence from false ideology
Clearly revealing ‘there is no me’

Arising from within – oh so many things
A falling leaf
Ten thousand springs
On a hill far away – a fire a-light,
The cold north wind
A newborn’s cry
Reflected upon a lake so still
The shimmering sun in the glory of morn
The soaring eagle arises in depth of night,
Toward a silvery moon
In the sky so high,
A chorus of birds and the laughter of friends
Intimacy between lovers
A returning dance without end….

Life shows herself when she has chosen you,
The Self reveals ONE life – not two,
And suddenly remembered, is what has always been known,
ALL is this- right here and now,
Just as it is, the miracle hue,
Far too simple to be true
And yet it IS and when it’s seen
Without earthly eyes of blue or green,
There is no doubt
Of the perfection that’s here,
Within the seemingly imperfect – seen so clear,

All forms rise up, to just fall away,
Revealing each moment the depth of life
Without belief rising from distorting mind
How could one ever have been so blind?
To miss what was here – but all along
Simple, unwavering and infinitely strong.
The truth of life it always waits
Such is the power of eternal grace
Within a grasp yet cannot be held
Arising from Truth – ONE as ALL,
Not a fragmental part– but the totality
Think and it’s gone – hidden how can that be?
Such it IS – the great mystery,
Revealing NOTHING but the wisdom – ‘I am free!’

The joy and sadness, the whole pretence,
Is of absolutely no consequence
For what it is it – can never be gained,
Strive as you may, seeking in vain
For what you are was never born
And is not found on any distant shore
It cannot be reached along less travelled roads
Simply stop looking without and ‘just know’
Simply ‘this’ – so plain, so clear
All that ever IS – is simply here!
In the absence of striving and seeking – it’s KNOWN
Constantly abiding, the eternal home.