Koan

I am you, though you are not me.

a rose is just a flower...

    a rose is just a flower. 

    this is what we say when we are

    depressed or when we don't know

    what to do but feel we have to do

    something with this just a flower or

    when it comes out of a context or

    from a person where we feel unsafe

    or unwell.

    otherwise a rose is a rose and not just

    a rose- the same as us it is a

    manifestation of what we can call god

    or love.

    the same goes for just physical or just

    sex or just a horse or just me.

    it is not there, this just.

    our bodies are neither cars to be   

    driven nor vehicles for a higher being,

    they are in all their imperfection

    manifestations of spirit in matter

    and carry the seed and revelation

    of karma and cosmic work and 

    are love's work.

    the body is not a temple or rather 

    it is not more a temple than a rose.

    it is not only how i feel life streaming

    in chakras, even smell it, touch it, this

    river- it all is a wonder appearing in 

    impermanence. 

    imagination is not to be there as 

    surrogate for life, please, but to

    open and illuminate.

    are humans dirtier than roses?

    i guess yes, a matter of personal  

    definition, they live longer and

    it colors their metabolism.

    nothing is as we may want it,

    but all is a real wonder, real.

    from an inner point i can say there

    is no matter as matter and spirit are 

    one: this is true but easier

    from the side of spirit, i know i am

    matter, perishable and follow gravity.

    so can we get rid of pseudo-religion

    telling us body is low, emotions are

    poison, to serve god is high...

    the servant's bible..

    what i wish to express is that love and

    god if you wish didn't rank and give

    marks and values- all is there through

    and in and manifest.

    without emotions we may be

    smiling all the time-

    or maybe not.

    to clear destructive reactions is

    important, though not to react 

    can be denial.

    

    we cannot love all but embrace more

    than we thought possible.

    can we let love flow through and 

    between us?

    when we will be naked in all ways,

    can it mean i like you here, with me,

    you are ok, i will protect you, 

    sometimes you are horrible but 

    i embrace you, i have enough love in

    me flowing to welcome you, i

    share. or is this just sex ?

    which is also ok or it wouldn't exist,

    just as woodpeckers and rhinos

    and crocodiles, ok.

    

    good evening.

   

    

    

    

   

     

once i will

once i will have died,

dead for good,

the cock will crow

and the sun will set.

there will be

nothing to do

and words 

will be fragments

of memory lost.

my life will 

not have meaning

beyond now,

where i live.

and i don't mind

as i live here

with me

and in enough

confusion.

poem approaching the void

what will remain?

devil said pain,

god said joy.

i am neither

devil nor god.

i say nothing

or all.

devil said pain,

god said joy.

i say the sea

but how

would i know?