Category Archives: Poetry

Free-form poetry.

Waiting Room

Posted on January 28, 2016 by dominic724

sitting in the waiting room bright florescents overhead magazines (new) and TV (sports) one other patient nervously flipped through Cosmo as if she could flip away the reason she had come oncology, a popular specialty this century patients invoke the … Continue reading →

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Nowhere to be Found

Posted on September 24, 2012 by dominic724

[ Guest poetry on living the awake life by Dennis Waugaman . Enjoy ! ] I look for a me. Nowhere to be found. No me, no ID, what then? A you? Show me. Body, mind, soul? Show me. No, … Continue reading →

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The I is a Fool

Posted on April 1, 2012 by dominic724

The I is a Fool Passing out shreds of advice like Halloween candy Craving approbation, appreciation, approval Surely now they see my wisdom Since I finally see it too ! The I is a fool. Ordering, arranging Making tidy, staying … Continue reading →

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The Tapping Continues ….

Posted on November 22, 2011 by dominic724

The known is limited: limited to the past, to concepts, to the described and the describable. Trusting the known passes for common sense. ” Better the devil that you know…” = sage advice. Apparently, even a devil warrants trust, as long … Continue reading →

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Awakening Happens in Experience

Posted on November 6, 2011 by dominic724

The ideal resides in thought alone. Experience outside of thought reveals more. More detail. More roughness. More richness. More complexity. More than can really be chewed in one mouthful. Thought appears complete: a packet of words or an image. Finished. Polished. … Continue reading →

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Awakening is About Subtraction …

Posted on October 15, 2011 by dominic724

Awakening is about subtraction. There is nothing added to the mind. And no one left to claim possession of it. Awakening happens when something is lost. The “I”.  The “self “. ” Me “. That’s what goes. What remains ? … Continue reading →

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Space Doesn’t Stop…. Anywhere.

Posted on October 10, 2011 by dominic724

Space doesn’t stop…. anywhere. That’s not what it feels like, though. In the dream of the separate self, space definitely seems to stop. Space feels like it stops at the skin. So, if space feels like it stops at the … Continue reading →

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