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“The more knowledge we acquire, the more mystery we find…”

“The more knowledge we acquire, the more mystery we find…A human being is part of the whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest – a kind of optical illusion o his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace alll living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.”
Albert Einstein

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Rips in Something Greater

The Hourglass

A kind of truth daubed and clung, full mind eclipse,
Rips in something greater.

Exotic glimpses into raging symmetry,
A fully conscious blink.

Emptied of immensity and feeling,
Invisible numbers inhabit boundless desires.

Vision unparalleled through the mystic lens,
All wrapped up snugly in the gifts of a cosmic mentor.

Dying Star

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The Poetry of the Bauls

Bauls, the wandering mystics and minstrels of Bengal. Their branch of thought pre-dates even the Rig Vedas; for me their poetry and songs evoke all that is magical about India.

My soul cries out,
caught in the snare of beauty
of the formless one,

As I cry myself,
Night and day,
Beauty amassed before my eyes,
Surpasses moons and suns.

If I look at the clouds in the sky,
I see his beauty afloat.
And I see him walk on the stars,
Blazing within my heart.

I am returning to India in early January and ‘Riding effortlessly……’ will switch from a mainly poetry based blog to being a mainly travelling poetry blog.

Wishing you all a peaceful Christmas time and prosperous New OneX


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The Sound of Soul

Guided by the eminence

Of being here,

A master sat with clay,

Enlivened in the aroma

Of sage and age-less incantations.

Take up the reigns,


The irrelevant guise,


Crushed between thighs,

In the symphony of this downpour,

Wash yourself clean,

Purified in the deluge.

Chaos breeds

A harmony inexplicable,


In a seat of awesome power.

Control elusive and irrelevant

In the cascading existence

Of the glacial stream,

Here lies the source

Crystallised in nothingness,

The bluish grit and glory of being

Prevalent in its vastness.


Preceding all things,


Perceived by the heart

Of the beholder,

We bath in the light of love,

Just this.

As great ages pass,

Rain scents vision ecstatic

Washing clean a mystery serene

With memories of who I have been.

Senses revived,

Shadows dancing on the walls.

Shivering far from dawn.

Unfettered by pronounced logic

in the divide,

Chasms bridged eternally

With the blink of a sightless eye,

The endemic mirage a tireless expanse

Of reason,

Hear it fall

And feel reborn,

The echoes of a thousand Buddhas

Resound within your skull,

Pad lightly alongside benevolence,

Perfectly present,

Never alone.

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Visions Beyond the Seen

How rare these airs that we breath!  

Corollas fill the earthly skies,  

Breathing in light, into light itself, breeding life into 

The cosmic centre, 

Alive within the heart of all things.  


How solid our nature, how little we ‘feel’, 

How complex our stupidity, when all forms are freed.  

How crippled our senses before something so vast, 

To find that we are the creator evolving through ash.  


The moon leaves our chest and we trip on the stars, 

Our higher nature speaks of a dance

With a distant mirage, 

Through cosmic fires and ethereal shadows 

We are destiny engaged, emerging from the dark. 


I incarnate as this ornament, this thick gaseous cluster,

Alone to wonder at the mystery. 

My primeval shape returns in a dream 

And in the tones of my soul, I ascend to a calmer sea, 

With the trailing paths of fireflies

And visions beyond the seen,

Proceeding between sun and moon,

A balance supreme.


My senses brushed with light

My soul aflame, guided by the lamp

Of the illumined archer, his arrows fall blindly 

Upon the fools in the temple,


I wade through this water,

Fall through this picture,

Towards the symbols of the seer

In this mighty work of art,

Greater clarity ever near,

Spinning in eternal bliss,

Emerging as an open flower 

In the tumult of the glittering abyss.


Beyond my imagination, I sense Isis

And need go no further.      

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Spirit Drum

The drum resounding
in my mother’s womb
reminded me to breathe in
whistle the lost chords tune;
to live a noble way
and never hide myself
far from beauty.

Almond blossom lays twisted
and sated,
In tacit compliance with the sky.
What a relief to sit and ponder
The fluency of the river.

Falling in eternal circles,
the wind on my broken skin,
the fullness of serene nature.

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In the words of Terence McKenna

Inspiration left behind by the late Terence Mckenna:

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.”

“Human beings are co-partners with deity in the project of being. This is the basis of all magic.”

“You are a divine being. You matter, you count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light, and you will return to those realms.”

“We are the inheritors of a million years of striving for the unspeakable.”

“We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”

“We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.”

“Nobody is smarter than you are. And what if they are? What good is their understanding doing you?”

“Chaos is what we’ve lost touch with. This is why it is given a bad name. It is feared by the dominant archetype of our world, which is Ego, which clenches because its existence is defined in terms of control.”

“If the words ‘life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness’ don’t include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn’t worth the hemp it was written on.”

“You have to take seriously the notion that understanding the universe is your responsibility, because the only understanding of the universe that will be useful to you is your own understanding.”

“The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation”

“Western civilization is a loaded gun pointed at the head of this planet.”

“We live in condensations of our imagination”

“It is not easy to measure the ocean, but we can be measured by it, confront it, and be in it.”

“The apocalypse is not something which is coming. The apocalypse has arrived in major portions of the planet and it’s only because we live within a bubble of incredible privilege and social insulation that we still have the luxury of anticipating the apocalypse.”

“If you don’t have a plan, you become part of somebody else’s plan.”

“Nothing comes unannounced, but many can miss the announcement. So it’s very important to actually listen to your own intuition rather than driving through it.”

“It’s clearly a crisis of two things: of consciousness and conditioning. We have the technological power, the engineering skills to save our planet, to cure disease, to feed the hungry, to end war; But we lack the intellectual vision, the ability to change our minds. We must decondition ourselves from 10,000 years of bad behavior. And, it’s not easy.”

“We tend to disempower ourselves. We tend to believe that we don’t matter. And in the act of taking that idea to ourselves we give everything away to somebody else, to something else.”

“I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there”

― Terence McKenna

Terence Mckenna Art

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