nirgun john poetry
A Diamond Doorstep
A Diamond Doorstep
Oh my sweet dream of love perfect, and perfected loss!
Of the colors that form from the
Pull and push combined
Swelling pinwheels of color never seen….
These my electric ….
These my soul knowing….
These the end of any beginning of soul concept idea,
Wrapped in the vastness of Only love and None!
I have captured the color of Systems Solar…
Named their honeymoon stardust!
And forever Only to remember until...
Even this slight magic of the One Magician
So small to compare or consider such...
As the Only Love explodes laughing and dancing on the imagined and unimagined,
leaving the Aloneness dancing, Rejoicing Aloneness!
While in It's Own Eternal Wonder!
Van sang on waxy disk…
"Didn't I come to bring you a sense of Wonder?
Didn't I come to lift your firery vision bright?
Didn't I come to bring a sense of wonder…?
In the Flame?"
How sublime to find my love so late!
How gold, red, green, and blue!
The flashing of the Only eyes, prior to...
Any consideration of form, other than emptiness, defeats the diamond musings how?
And yet without this display the consideration impossible!
Without any 'Art Or Argument'...
As the Good Grey sang freely, long before being known in terms of "grey" or "good"!
Who then be the Hiding Unnoticed?
Allowing of any imagined, being beyond suchness; foolishness belonging to a ghost...
And any knowledge presented as higher than the Diamond or Heart Sutra?
"Come on!" Such diffidence!
Mutterings of un-ignited soul...
Unable to go back and look again?
Complaining of the apparent pitch of darkness black?
Striking frantically, desperate in the pour of rain!
Pissed-off prayers for soggy wet matchbox…
Until noticing in sudden silence the last of the packaged brood...
One sodden wooden potential flame remaining!
"Shall the final thrall pause to be partner of a warming Sun?"
"Yes this is most appropriate!"
Allowing afterward by happy patience!
The beautiful percussive scratch
Of a perfect match-head sunlight hardened...
A long long ago Destined Flame proclaimed by the Only; a Seed containing Time?
To flash and burst forth a fire, so fine, in the timeless Now!
Space necessary for all and any, itself an imagined appearance!
Silence knows not of even one language!
The Alphabet, far and away truly an unknown, in the view of the Absolute Only...
Always, and during, remaining as Potential...
A Model of Potential, that is not and can, and will Never Be!
Expressed like the stasis of the event horizon of a black hole diamond doorstep,
Whereby everything halts!
And even the children, skipping lightly now, down afternoon streets,
In ultimate joy without hesitation,
Can never advance beyond their wintry dance...
For how can that which never began,
Ever possibly reach fruition?
Life is both the arising from and the falling back to the un-manifest....
Love is the Only...and the Only reason.....
only a foolish fearful immature soul, insists on survival of "its" body/mind,
as being an independent priority....
When love Demands opening, to the Only Eternal Love....
encoded in a smile and expressed in the activity of caring and recognition of the Only...
and the endless needs of the Divine expression.....
Hello my friend,
dear in the land...
of dreams within the dream of lands!
Upon each pause at breath's decent
an endlessly repeated morning light breaking!
Unknown, never before seen, prior to breath, rising in glory….
a little death dancing joyous and love-drunk!
Pretty as a prayerbook
on razors edge of beingness and none
A forefinger over lips of an ineffable smile
locking in silence any telling of beyond….
words form no longer a place or time
for the telling of any story… love very…. J
The evening light falls unannounced,
Silent and all of time caught
In the falling,
Yet missing without memory...
As much as last slumbers dream.
Never not here.... never possibly There....
No possible 'other' to proclaim Nirguna /Nirvana
Yet the eternally unpicked fruit remains eternally out of reach!
And so the Self suffers its unimaginable longing
to move and move again in its imagination
As .....All That Is!
I ask in all humility and all knowing of that which is addressed here....
Has any ever stopped long enough to ask what does the Self want?
Truly when all is dropped we must then freely Bow and Ask....
"What is thy will? And how may I not interfere...?"
The responding Silence will take you now.... before the imagined Death!
And yet the yearning already and again
For the Divine touch!
Of hands, lips, tongue...
The heavenly magic of changed rhythm and breath that came with the first divine notion
Which allows the Only to truly ever know Itself as another as Itself!
This is not hard to know when seen from that One and Only that has such possibility!
The Absolute comfort of the Holy One
To play at two attempting
One in divine trance!
And in trance attempted completion of such
Riding high golden beams on slightest touch!
Golden beams pointing for all lovers
An unyielding compass toward the final thrall...
Leaving only none and none missing...
Oneness without and prior to recognition of...
The Splendor and play of eternal Aloneness!
Love Without Form
Love Without Form
As we play in this world,
Which The Only made between two objects
Called 'me' and 'you',
which are the result of the first biforcation...
The mighty I AM!
In the imagined extension of space/time,
And the truth being:
Only the Subject that cannot be found
Remains after the understanding
That an object cannot 'have' other objects.
And if the truth of the 'body' be seen?
If the truth of the 'mind' and 'thoughts' be seen?
If the truth of 'feelings' be seen?
If the truth of 'space' be seen?
Only an object... a percept.
If the truth... ultimate and relative
Of any 'self' or 'Self' be seen?
Only a relative concept/percept.
In the relative appearance of body/mind world
All is lost and found by None!
The unborn eternal None... !