Ashram In The Hills ~ Home Of Pure Soul Poem by Chuy Amante

There is a Holy Place
in the hills
of my world,
and in my
mind and heart,
I go there,
as needed
there are no thrills.

In 'The World'
when sets in pride,
I must run away,
I must hide

Clear my head
and my heart,
in silence,
for me
this does start

Sometimes, in time, stillness sets in
Some time outside of time,
no will
re-
begins

When I'm empty,
when I'm gone
The Bright Light
slowly
turns back on

Stillness is
my best friend,
when there is
no me
there's nothing
left
to defend

In stillness
a wave
starts to
rise,
its flow
awakens me
to my demise

A blessing this is
to my real eyes

The end of me
is the end of desire
the end of future
there is no liar

Timelessness
Silence
Humility
Expiation

Purified life again
and all relations?

Free of feeling
anything...

but Elation!



Thinkingness returns
when body/mind is
ready
Thoughts again
creating reality

Again attempting
lasting pureness

Loving each
as they
want it
with perfect
awareness!

Dense I am
as a physical man
I don't always
pick up on
nor give
the
lovingkindness
here and now,
right at hand

How can I be
open and more
aware?
So I
never ever
do offend
nor scare?

I best handle
things
right between
the eyes,
I like
directness,
tender
raw
vulnerability,
fear
always
subsides

I ruled a Kingdom
and am a jester
but hide a heart
pure
soft
gentle
kind
silk...

no
polyester
; -)